When you couldn’t stop
hoola-hooping you hipped
till you turned
tornado. What a beautiful
roof. Was it good? When it finally
fell to your ankles
a house fell out with it—
gashed in the field, cows
splatting down must have
sent you over
the rainbow
to see if you’d melt
in the rain.
When you
got there,
you heard her
singing some
where but
could not
find
her.
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