Poem: Inland

I could swim in these lines from “Inland” by Chase Twichell for days:

Above the blond prairies,
the sky is all color and water.

It’s as if the poet read the pages of my mind and wrote a poem based on the reading.

I love painting more than poetry.

The spare details used created such enduring images that’s hard for me to let go of the poem.

love is folded away in a drawer
like something newly washed