a poem Beyond the window where I sitthree banners flythe illustrious red white and bluelit from behind by the evening sunthe tasteful green and goldof our beloved Universityand the sky-colored rectangle of South Dakotathat some idiot thought would be recognizable becauseeveryone can see a smelting furnace anda man plowing with draft horses anda herd ofContinue reading “Other People’s Choices”