The NODA Poem

i found God scattered across the Ohio Valley -
He took the form of red and white bricks
as His kiss on the land with
oil and mud blanketed the foreheads
in the paleness of those who sing
His praises fully, while i await
a different kiss, one much sweeter:

i saw your lips just out of my grasp
across state lines, through the smog
of the Midwest - it cleared up the deep blackness
in the clouds and paved whiteness
onto the Cuyahoga, brightening it
and dousing the flames ignited by all of the God
burning across the Ohio Valley

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