Aug 15, 2010

not sure if this is one or two poems.

Montana, how does your morning sun
get so big?
Its bigger than the sky
and no matter how long i roll
I am still under
that giant burning face.

Dakota, where are your clouds from?
they would crush my head
But you hold them on your shoulders
so I can wander
around your chest
looking for rest
for rest in Bismarck.

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