We dropped her off a week ago. The conversations and texts continue, in a different way
It is difficult
To stand aside,
Wonder what is happening
On what seems
The other side
Of the world.
But really
We are only separated
By some prairie,
A whole lot of sagebrush,
Endless fields of corn.
The same sun
Rises and sets here
No matter the geography.
Still
It is difficult to wonder
What is happening
Beyond the sagebrush
The corn
In full view
Of those mountains.
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