Not fancy? Yes. True.
There may be something pretty here?
Like Alaska. As Alaska.
Well, there is, but the pretty is outside the poem.
Like Alaska is outside the poem.
Remember this: All poetry means nothing.
Alaska means nothing.
Like nothing. As nothing.
The only possible meaning is projected onto the poem like a movie
screen for the audience reading/experiencing the poem.
Picture postcard pretty Alaska, wish you were here.
The question of pretty resides with me.
How YOU drive and arrive upon ALASKA is your business.
Poetry is a pretty bull on a road trip to Alaska.
Wish you were here.