From Uss Arizona To Gate a 51
All I've seen is a black star in the night sky,
We fell asleep after our cross-country awry.
In my dream, I saw weak, cynical starlight,
Subtle as a map packed toward the plight.
City by the Bay up against our New York,
Oh, guys burn you agile with real torque!
A dull star of little utility in the night sky,
Leaving them burning was unwisely sway.
New Mexico in Texas when USS Arizona sank,
Stashing our shame, bold lads raced to the tank.
Idaho's air arrives at Ohio and the Great Lakes,
Twilights and nooks assist with filling the brakes.
My Florida is blazing in sight of your blue Picayune,
Reddish dryads stand out against the black Moon.
Your Eastern Time Zone is striving to attack mine,
Meander into Her shadows, the watching divine.
My highland concept and your primary time,
Right-side dawn, the sun on my wing is sublime.
The yard's satyr emerges as stern and bleak,
Strings and woodwinds adapt to the beak.
As the moon soared, she met four cardinal glyphs,
Orioles swoop over us while writhing in the cliffs.
Our states and cities merged into one community,
Resilient and devoted to justice for all and liberty.
I know where streams chime of giggling flow,
I know the wellspring where tears grow.
I know where dwells the inconspicuous star,
I know what words are yelled and how winds scar.
Written: August 14, 2022
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