Dallas is so underwater.
Fifteen inches of rain in twenty-four hours.
I hope the art survived
dry and temperature controlled in museums.
And that joint you told me about
with the good pastrami sandwich and pickles.
Really. All I know of Dallas
is the airport hub and jetting off to somewhere else.
One day I will have to visit the concrete and glass
to learn what makes it beautiful on the inside
instead of luxuriating in the natural beauty
of my sparsely populated New Mexico.
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