The backseat car windowholds a viewI never want to lose:

A normal-looking house.Our house.Becomingsmallersmallersmalleruntil I can barely see it in thehorizonof blue, sympathetic skyand wide wheat prairietousled in the breeze.

My favorite sightis out of sightforever.

I turn back aroundand see a new sight—our new house—now I will get used toseeing and living init.