i collect maps
to see my country
sky-scraping mountain ranges
desert valley riverbeds
that interrupts
two oceans

i drive
through coral-pink California evening
into blue Nevada nights
across fire-orange canyons of Utah
over summer rain deep green Rockies 
of Colorado

golden Kansas roads
lead to late-night diners in Chicago
and an adventurous swim
in the shallow lung of Lake Michigan

page through books in Central Park,
find love in Boston,
eat peaches in the South, and
linger in Louisiana sounds

drive with windows down
on dusty Texas roads
collect souvenirs in Albuquerque, and
sing loudly on Grand Canyon Cliffs

maps fold me back west
to pink coastal sunsets
where i drink the Pacific
breathe ocean trees
whisper to desert stars
all these tragic dreams

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