Riddle, Idaho remembers what it was like to call somebody up and get an answer.
Somewhere in the Santa Monica Mountains, Caroline curls along Mulholland.
She catalogs a life of close calls. All but one make her smile.
Coming up on a curve, she bends into it like a swooping barn swallow.
Then there’s a burst of breakneck speed under a clotted sky not quite ready for winter.
Caroline remembers what it was like to be up in Riddle Idaho, where they worship Patsy Cline.
Dead or alive, put Patsy was on the ballot and they’ll send her off to the Senate.
