I thought to find inspiration
In nature,
Even in faux nature
In Bass Pro.
Writers found Inspiration
In streams, in flowers, in animals, in trees.
I find none.
Mine comes from people
Their work, their emotions, their buildings
Mixing makes it creepy
Taxidermy animals stare
City-hippy writes on the bench
I disconnect with those people
Something I don't feel
In galleries. Where
Country music plays, water falls,
Redneck people walk.
I imagine
I'm as much of the display to them
As they are to me:
"Look at these people
What different lives we obviously lead.
They hunt, they shoot,
they willingly go into nature."
"What's that scrawny boy writing?"
"He doesn't belong here--
go back to your city!"
Then again
The workers are friendly; He's not half bad;
we as people
are more alike than different.
Even though this is not my world,
I'm glad it exists
For people like them.
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