maybe it’s big enough
maybe not
Sioux Falls a possibility
or I could be off a state or two
looking down from my window seat
lights orange and yellow in the dusk below
clustered like a brooch
pinned on a chiosam dress
grey black botanical fronds on a white background
a wide river piping down the neck thick and satin
doesn’t matter
you were born somewhere down there
can you love a place you’ve never seen?
breath of God blowing off the plains
the sunset days to the west
cold cold grey in winter
beloved because of you
