somewhere across the great plain there is
a mountain
standing like
a dead grandfather
on the horizon of memory

blue and
swollen.

somewhere across the great plain there is
a wrathful tree
rooted like
an old god
on the plateau of childhood

wiry and
cracked.

somewhere across the great plain there is
an unpainted house
rotting like
a mother's kiss
on the cheek of a snowy hill

young and
growing.

somewhere across the great plain there is
a glowing sun
plummeting like
a penny
into the puddle of western sky

infinite and
hording.