Ohio
Did you remake yourself
out of rust and algae again?
Yesterday was a gray beached hull
now it’s summer in the cornfields,
the tangy air has a towheaded phiz.
The mosquitoes have submarines
they crash dive each new morn.
The flowers are all gulping,
and the rain is just enough.
Light flirts around mossy steel silos
and the brick and mortar works
of long belted vicinities.
Sorry I missed you,
I hear your dawn was spectacular,
that the mist was a copper penny
on some other tongues.
At that moment
I was watching a nickel dipped sunrise
paddle over another Ohioan horizon.
I photographed it,
but missed your otherness elsewhere,
and of course you had changed again
before I could get to you.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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