Dorothy's Opinion

Poor girl, you're stuck with him.  That spring
I dreamt of midwest tornadoes;  I'm sure
I was one of them.  Do you think my twisting
hips were forgiving?  And a ring spinning

like a top, sparkling on the surface of
sea... a gift or warning.  I've heard
no one in Kansas has seen the ocean
or would choose to die in it.

I would.  In the rain and wind, wheat
stalks, in the motion of bodies of water
bend and turn in the distance like a
California storm.

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