Poetry Month Poem #8/30
The Four Corners is the only location where four states touch.
A visitor can cross all of the boundaries at once
By stretching their arms and legs in different directions.
As a young adult running to the southwest
To start over, I passed by this monument,
Thinking it was a hoax. I have four parents;
It was impossible to be with all four at one time.
Either they were not close enough to touch
Or I could not stretch far enough in every direction.