Monday, August 10, 2015

There are mountains here

Not Illinois.

We awaken to trees
Out the window.
These are North Carolina trees.
Mountains live
Around them.
There is a train
Whistling past
It is not the standard
Illinois train.
We are ten hours away
From Illinois.
Even the road sounds are soothing
It is humid but somehow
North Carolina humidity
Does not bother me
Like the humidity
Of Illinois.
I awaken to North Carolina trees
And frizzy hair.
There are mountains
All around me.
It is not Illinois.

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