A trillion ways to loop through,
but only a few made it cool,
dust wraps the tornado in red subtle ties,
devilish blues bask in basic hues...
His grandparents spent twenty years in Omaha,
then three in Paris, TX,
their clothes were creased in postured distinction,
and they retired in lonely stride...
His dad was starved of affection until he embraced his mother,
they flew east after meeting stalled in traffic,
and swooped on through azure appalachians to Virginia,
that is where he grew up in nostalgic bliss...
A trillion ways to loop through,
but only a few made it cool,
rust traps their complacent horizon,
and angelic tunes cradled this great expanse.
