Ohio #5The sun is up. The sun is gone. The red barn is still there, ![]() chasing what moves towards it. Too much of the what is spent ![]() on the silhouette of its coming. A religion for any moment, I believe ![]() in nothing, I believe in Ohio. How glad I am to be so simple ![]() as to write love poems for a state shaped like a disfigured heart. |
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