ODE Poem: IDAHO, by Stella Orr

Presumably,
If you stand right in the center of it you can hear
everything
of everything that’s ever been said,
and
presumably
The springs make your brain ring,
Like the chapels,
intended for marriage and god,
and
presumably
there are five homes,
and on the deeds of each one of them
is love and trust written out
in analog,
And
presumably
There are dogs and people
just like anywhere else,
but if you are from there
you can remember every one
who was ever born
before it happened.

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