A poem of thanks from Nebraska

When asked to be grateful

Thank my friends,

For the Nebraska palette

Sunset for my family,

Still alive, thank God,

Thanks to Med Center (UNMC)

Who suppressed this flood

(So ​​far)

Despite the best of my elected representatives

Negligence, thank you

For my Hawaiian print face mask, for this

Red sofa to commute,

Thank you

UNMC, working in junior high school,

Local highway packing factory,

Harley Dealer of Sand Hills,

That means I’m grateful,

Terrifyingly

The luck of this landing,

For bullets

It hits next to me,

Sense of guilt

Walk with me

In the silence of this wide sky

Follow all steps.

— Nebraska poet Matt Mason