We’re the Flownover. We Come From Flyover Land. reveals the splendor—even audacity—that exists in locations and scenes so often not in the center of attention. These expansive poems give quiet, insistent attention (”tuning and tuning”) to what might be commonly dismissed as the outskirts, or on the way to noted landmarks. This collection stays in these liminal worlds, whether in the community college parking lot, at a laundromat on a Wednesday afternoon, or waiting to cross Hennepin Avenue at night, where Mauch magnifies them to astonishing, sometimes even damning, insight.