The storm
passed over
and headed out
across Iowa.
Since it is sunset
everything
in the east
is illuminated
against the black.
The glowing
green tops
of trees
and white peaks
of roofs
illuminated.
It has been
a year since
my mother died.
I watch
my daughter
and wonder
if time
might move
in circles
like everything else.
Vast arcs.
There are
old windows
on the prairie
that are filled
only with stars
and the unbounded sky.
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