Memory

Memory Part One:

America!

our journeys 

separates

us from the land,
we become,

with every tread

o'er hallowed ground.

mother waits,  

baited breath, 

for these 

first steps

Shenandoah! 

blue mountains 

rend the clouds

oblivious.

obvious.

the smoke haze,

some distant tale.

maybe mine,

some day-seen.

for now:

just dream

Arizona!

...static hum...

(SUDDEnly 

a-m station,

reflected 

from Texan

ionosphere),

Saturnines! 

took the land.

Hide our

females!