PRAIRIE SPACE
A beautiful moon swings low over
frigid freeway, tonight.
Distant rays (twice-refracted)
illuminate roadside snow. Up there
floating, one sharp sigh, one smile –
dark rondure of tennis ball
cushions his gradual
descent (unique lunar profile).
Substance of illumination...
State of Union, tonight.
President sheds late
bright emanation (station
on the way). Recognition
of a mission, Everyman –
Goodness is this, right? One.
Gaze upon prairie space (the sun).
Pursuit of happiness. By we
the people. Recognition
of a transposition...
humble oxymoron-man (of thee
I sing). He play the target-sign,
a threefold ground zero
premier. Mysterioso.
Ford Theatre (Dallas denouement).
Roger Williams tracks into the woods
to huts of Miantonomi.
Is finished, sez he –
snowing again (beatitudes).
1.12.16
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