Ovid, Colorado has nothing for you.
That’s what he told her but she wasn’t ready to leave.
If all he could see was a cemetery lined with gravestones of dismantled dreams, if his view was limited to castoffs and collapses, tough luck.
She saw the night blooms of splendor.
Early in the evening in Ovid Colorado, surrounded by all the emptiness one could imagine, a soothing emptiness without a hint of loneliness or desolation, she smiled.
Nothing left behind.
No needless baggage or anything else that might singe the delicate edges of her recollections.
