Should I collapse, Steel yourself, For agony of defeat. Upon the brow, In burdened back, To each I come complete. In satin cast, Or climbing blooms, Devout peck, two shall meet.

I shimmer where your longing leads, A promise born of burning needs. I paint you gifts you cannot claim, A distant pool without a name. You chase me, though I never stay, I live in heat, then fade away.

A tower, a spire, red and white Not as a dwelling but still bright It is a store, but not the kind Often easy to find, if you look in the right place It’s big and tall, or low and concealed Used to feed or starve, depends on the definition

I know you don't need me, you always know everything. You're going to put me out of sight, forgetting about me and going wherever you want. But it's ok, I'll be here for you, when you finally admit you're lost and confused. I'll show you the way without judgment.

There are five of us. Canada and the US share us. Four of us retain Native American names, one an Anglicized version of the French. To remember our names, check your HOMES. We are fresh and visit both our friend Lawrence and a famous American miss.