Miss America

     

crawling like ants
over the dark roll of highway

i remember how small this country really is
North Carolina
      to California
spilling under me

breathless and blue
the honest mountains stand

and
you are still
      the most beautiful thing
           I have ever seen

not because of the slope or
proportionality of your perfect limbs

the ocean shades your eyes

i hear the rise and
fall
of your laugh

      breeching a freckle spattered nose
                     tumbling

into the silences