Oklahoma Days


I want to be free like the dust ashes
In the Midwestern winds
To scatter like fig leaves
Every moment is a new beginning
And not some arbitrary destination

The air is inviting, calling me through the echoes.
All I can observe are these walls
Confining me to a sugar bowl, round, and translucent
Domestic occurrences spark table squabbles

All seeming blankly suburban
Newspaper ruffles in the middle class air
Ma and Pop bicker over nickels and dimes
The visual outward expressions

The cause for divorce permeates uncertainty
Daddy's abuse breaks loose with more reprimands
Reminding us of his stale manhood

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J. D. Hass was born in West Germany at Hahn Air Force Base in a mixed race home. She relocated to the Midwest in Oklahoma City, Tinker Air Force Base, dreaming of adventures. Her source of inspiration grew from the 60s beatnik poetry. This poem is biographical. She has a BA in English from Hunter College, New York, NY, in Literary Criticism. She has freelanced for AOL's Franchise "Patch" sites for towns: Simsbury & Farmington, Connecticut. She is currently working on her first book about New York City. Her husband, Isaac Haas, is her greatest supporter.