She came

Falling from the sun

Out of the cobalt blue of the east

Into the dark, leaf strewn, Midwestern night

To take us down the Mississippi

To ease these long days of terror

Where we are all just waiting for something to happen

Raising the ancient ghost of Cahokia

With her vision

She balled us

Better than summer

Deep and nice and slow

Changing our bones to waterlight

Moist and floating up the sun

Making our blood glow like a river

Running towards what we didn't know

Our breathing flesh moans

Apricot evenings

Blue rain in a blue bed

Lilac wind

With lips so open she pulled us in

Shaking through superheated air

Reaching way up inside

To stroke the lining of our parched souls

To bring us trembling in waves

That just keep coming

Into her burnt autumn light

Wanting more.