The House of Flora

Shield the rocks
Straight
Streaming
City lights
Softly
Gleaning

Her reflection
Into the vastness
Of a
Thirty
Degree

Bird's flight
When he
Should
Be
Sleeping.

It's May-
What has the
Forecaster
Done this time?

Rolling dice on a
Party line.

I'm sure in Oklahoma,
It wouldn't be
So
Cold and Rainy

You're not Michigan,
My
 Sweet
  Tennessee.