and brings the big world in with her—
contagious and boisterous laughter
deep enough to splash in, the scent
of lilac trees and fresh cut grass
and brandy with ginger ale and lemon.
Whole fields of wild iris. Left turns.
She unpacks her suitcase and rapturous dances
leap out and whirl around the room.
Miles of highway unribbon around the kitchen—
there is plenty of room in her home
for the skyscrapers, the great divides,
her own enormous beating heart.
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