upon the infinite sky


Looking over
the infinite sky and wondering
cotton balls floating amid blue tequila
and finding my eyes closed
I wait for the sound of ringing bells
and listening watch
the infinity sky
and wonder
What if, long ago
pioneers treked these frozen fields?
left behind wheels and fires
and ox by the trail.
What if, the pioneers
ripped from their homes
in the early morning hours
didn’t care?
Then quietly the bell rings
my reverie broken
I unbelt
and line up for the restroom.

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