a dry, dusty town in the West.
jobs moved to the city, grandma stayed with the kids
kids left after half of high school
jobs in the city dried up like the town, moved to the Big City
kids came back to a camper near the barn
raised sheep.
kids had kids, grandma died.
jobs in the Big City moved overseas
kids wrote code on the prairie.
shepherd's cabin with an antenna
0.3 river-coins for a leg of last-years Suffolk, smoked.
grandpa ranted, guns to the sky and a tear on his cheek
government came with a check and a slip
'shut up or die trying, sir'
kids rolled their eyes
kids' kids watched twitter hashtag their grandpa
and told grandpa everything was fine
kids' kids count drones in the sky
robot tractors outnumber the cows, finally.
kids' kids are tending the last hive, the last honeybees
"that honey's gonna be to die for"
a dry, dusty town in the West.
not hated, but not loved
bootstraps worn too thin for a comeback
but the kids are alright.