So maybe I've had a rather diabolical idea...

All of you who think that you want another section of my piece, I have a proposition.
I have a poem here, that I want to workshop for my Creative Writing class. It is decent, but not good. I want to have something really good. Here's my proposition: if you want to get another section of my piece, you must comment on this poem. I won't put up a piece until I get enough comments. So HA.

The middle of nowhere
is a beautiful place,
you know.
Before one angry town starts,
after another ends,
Right in the place where all is quiet
and the ranch exit is the only thing for
miles and miles and miles and miles
of nothing.
Nothing but golden grass, prairie grass,
Sagebrush lending its sweet scent
to the Nowhere wind,
wind that rages through,
Angry enough to rip through the Earth
but finds no one to blame
and so it quiets, its angry screams
become a gentle whisper,
whispering and whistling,
Whistling where only the whistlepigs can hear
or a patch of prairie grass.

I'm staring out the car window,
watching the dust rise through
the grasses
and wondering why I must
always be on the edge
of Somewhere,
Never tucked safely into the middle
of Nowhere.