Minnesota

How to make sense of this tumult—
Belted wild strapped down into fields,
Rolling highways under
flowing wheels,
Potential gleaned from
Corn silk strings,
And twangs of color
in a malted sky?

Color strapped down
Under malted wheels
Tumults of silk rolling
Down into fields,
Potential gleaned from
wild highway strings—
How to make sense of this sky?

Bootsie