Ohio #5

The 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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