By Seth Abramson Seth Abramson
                  &  for three days in Nebraska
penny loafers are the talk, the thirties sensation
all over again in one-light towns.
          Three days in Nebraska,
&  a hundred calves come out bloody &   new
          as Wahoo &  Alma &  Dunning hum

&  glow, turned liked searchlights into
Colorado, where everyone’s already wearing
          their lucky shoes.
It takes just one look at a boy from Ansley—
there is love &  there is money
          &  there is everything in between,
             touched by both—
one look at the packs approaching the drag
in Imperial,
as first &  second boy say hey & hey to third
&  fourth—

          Three days in Nebraska,
          &  the bigger
the sentiment, the harder it falls, &    all over
the dreams of the pretty
          end somewhere in New York City,
but just this one time,
                                  just these three days   
in Nebraska, the boys are clicking their boots
&  singing
          I wish I was here in Nebraska

Source: Poetry (May 2008).


This poem originally appeared in the May 2008 issue of Poetry magazine

May 2008
 Seth  Abramson


Seth Abramson is the author of The Suburban Ecstasies (Ghost Road Press, 2009). In 2008 he was awarded the J. Howard and Barbara M.J. Wood Prize by Poetry. A former public defender, he currently attends the Iowa Writers' Workshop.

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