You, Warmer Than I
We reappeared through
mountains in the North blackened
with distance, blacker even behind
themselves, and obscured even
further with that tokey giant air.
Everything smelled rotten. Food rotten
in the car and the fields stank cow. Cow
kept in its own dirt. Windows kept
not open nor shut. Green rot and anger.
What small patch of cloudless sky
shown beaming on the ground-
You, warmer than I.
A river that follows us still
knotted like a mocked Mississippi.
Concrete hovered above
the swamp, in the valley,
where it was decided to build this town.
If needed, could we get there in time?
Fear obscured even Anger.
There are hundreds of miles before
one has to decide.
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