She had planned across to travel across Amerika

But then she became ill

When she was hit by a truck on a railroad crossing

It was either the truck or the train

The train won

She survived

With a broken leg and three broken fingers

A doctor devoted to God

Fixed her as much as she could

(Thank You Lara you are a rare angel)

Ingridvagabonde could see Amerika from her sick room

Which was near the railroad tracks

She counted the freight trains instead of weeping

And hunted the nuclear spiders in the yard

Lara’s sister owned a hardware shop

Which sold all things useful or not

She treated her sister with awe

Lara was the intelligent one

I was the practical one

Their father had died suddenly

When the barrel of the gun

Which he had placed in his mouth

Exploded

The storeroom still exhibits its history

Ingridvagabonde often sat in this room

Considering the tragedy

You were a self made man

With two beautiful daughters

One was practical

The other was intelligent

Why did you do it

Tell the girl who was hit by a train

She will understand

She will not leave you

She cannot leave you

Amerika is on hold

Ingridvagabonde wanted to see your country

She sees your country

As she limps across the railroad tracks

It is very painful

The desert heat also makes her feel drowsy

Or is it the painkillers

Or is Ingrid dreaming again

It is unlikely she will leave any time soon

She has seen Amerika close up

It has been very kind to her

That is why she changed her name