This town
Under bluffs of a river valley
Ancient trees
Fixed in rich dirt of sediment
Through the
Sandstone foundation of long forgotten
Specters under the sky
Incarnation of this “American Dream”
Their progeny haunt
Stalk
Past the dying brilliance
Of traditional affairs
–The audacity of Business
Gathering
From the land
Of which they do not own
–the view
That warns
The conscious being
A vast distance between states
Two, as splendid
Establishment in the new frontier
Dust to flesh
Once whited maps
Growing with pride
Now what it stood for is merely a novelty
