Iowa

Tuesday February 19, 2013 § Leave a comment

in mi
dwest drawl
and in rainbow weather
he announces his dis
-appearance

dustbowl monuments
fidget
illegible against the long arm
of the day, fa-
ltering
tart sunlight
turned loose
amongst the crying shadows
of the day’s
decline
&
high, white
light
loose amongst his beard
he nurses a perfect concussion
and his gaze describes an
ideal yard

as
Lent rain
encircles the
land

I knew him once, though not
so you’d know it
much as, in sympathy
the harvest
breaks the earth
we withstand her
miracles

in his absence, he is
somewhere else
& it is we who are
invisible

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