Goodbye, Kansas Poem by Robin Bennett

I still can't see what you'd want with me-
A common tarnished penny, tails side up
Worthless as a wool coat in mid August
A string of pharmaceuticals to keep me in order.

I remember that autumn day we met-
the air crisp as a stalk of celery
oh how I wanted to go apple hunting that day!
Of course, apples never grow on the Kansas plains.

I've stopped growing as well, ever since I left home-
A true, blue southern girl from New Orleans
The only place my strange luck seems to work
Raised on voodoo, black magic, and ghosts.

Now I can't seem to realize what I see in you!
I traded my absinthe and gypsy crystal ball,
for endless rows of corn and daily tornado warnings.
Toto, it's high time we leave Kansas now.