JUNE 2, 2017

Prairie Views

january 5

Four in the afternoon. 10 degrees near sunset.

Where we park at Governor Nelson

only day old tire tracks circle

the thin stiff snow around the parking lot

but no other cars.

We open the doors and they crack

like old bones, stiff and heavy,

and complain at having to get out

in this cold snap one more time for God’s sake.

The prairie across the road

for the moment still tall and golden under the last

long canvas of sunshine retreating

behind the flat cornfields fading west.

Big bluestem seems to lean our way in resignation.

Night has come again for its gold blades,

collars and sheaths like a thief

invited in by the gnarled black oaks.