passing the rivers, the construction
sites, the fields, the trees,
I watch a truck pass in a shape I have never seen.
I see a girl with decorated skin
speed ahead to my left.
I pass plains and fields of dead trees.
there are lone buildings near broken
telephone poles,
and as I traverse the length of
this white lake, a similiar bird lifts
itself up from the water and into the
sky, as if it knew I had arrived, as if it were putting on a show just for me.
as if it were all just for me.
as if it were all just for me.