My brother understands the flocks
that embroider the sky
above the highways I travel,
and he knows what can be known
about how they find their flyways.
One hour from home
is Lourdes, an auspicious name
and steeple for an Iowa town
with just a bar, the church,
and a baseball diamond.
No miracles here.
No miracles,
just hospice meetings
and miles of 2-lane highway.
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