The so-called culture of the big city,
with all its restaurants, museums, & theatres
weren’t worth the price to live near them,
would be destroyed.
this girl from Poplar Bluff,
who found felicity in simplicity,
could be found under a peach tree,
not burning them,
not spray painting obscenities,
not destroying them.
She had the freedom to believe,
& express belief,
in order & reform simultaneously—
living not in The Twilight Zone
but The Outer Limits—
in a part of the world
that hadn’t been beaten all black & blue
with red all over.