The thinking soul is conducting an experiment. The method
of investigation: as soon as you have felt something,
throw it away.
She has discarded several
large cities. There are porches
she refuses to return to.
Rivers and dresses
Rows of almond trees.
She has never seen the Southern Plains.
Has never dived for memories into a swimming hole
or an ocean. Tomorrow night she hopes
to be lifted once again by a painfully clear sky.
To be disappointed once again by aurora borealis.
—Olena Kalytiak Davis