drive north and west
watch the land open like a night blooming flower
open like a hand
palm upturned in green stillness
waiting
laid flat like a slowly rolling quilt
throw upward across the belly of america
to float softly down in pools
we are puzzles in this larger puzzle
see how it all connects?
windmills, dusty roads, fields of wheat
towns with their people
open hands pushing back the sun
a little shade for squinting eyes
look to the sky
one sky
filled with stars and clouds and sunlight
lacking nothing, nothing.
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