Smog watcher
Canada swirl.
Labat no longer blue.
Connected to the North
by big water.
It was a place that was a big place.
And now it's a wide place.
Shoes
no socks.
Say the curd:
Chicago.
Butter, churned enough
to stand up to Milwaukee
and Indianapolis.
The sounds prepare
their preponderances.
Evidence will wear these
right angles like a reversed
river.
Fall down toward Louisiana.
Go to school.
Ride the train.
It's a middle spot,
a fly-through country
a worldly affair
fairless as the rest
of this cog and go world.
Roman Ryan 