I soar
twenty thousand ten the heights of wyoming
piece by piece
I put together yesterday
stewart street to pioneer square
vague recollections
a view as I stood on the steps looking out into
a collective moment baring intent and soul
how embarrasing
we went to see a band wednesdays and fridays
rock reggae funk never folk
always loud and we never
spoke about thursdays the mail brings postcards
she signs her’s susan I use joe
at least we know the lies we tell
to the end
I blank stare out the window at
twenty thousand ten the heights of wyoming