One summer
I travelled up over
Around and through
This great mass of land
Neatly divided into 50 separate
And a couple picked up along
The way
And just when I had seen enough
Resting my eyes at a diner in West
Hills, NY
-the one with the Red
cushioned seats that still
smell like leaves of grass-
An angel, a fallen cherub a shining
Shimmering cousin of Christ!
Poured my coffee
As I tried my best to focus my eyes
And grab a glimpse
(My god I could feel her!)
Of what I knew was surely heaven
In disguise
And I squinted and she smiled
And my heart exploded a billion plus
Light fragments back into the
Atmospheric beginning
And I, humbled,
Apologized for the mess
But she just smiled New Jersey
Past the pines
On down to New Orleans
And across 1845
Up to '49 Frisco
And back through
Theicyflatwinds
Down marked twains
And Great Ohio
As I entered the 51st State