Prairie Suite
summergreen
it was hot
steamy shimmery
asphalt mirage hot
and swinging on the old smooth tire
the little girl
saw the aspengreen
quivering leaves
thanking the invisible wind
for his silvery visit
whispering reminder
on her skin
and for bringing goosebumps
impossible reminders
of cool spring days
waiting
mornings
slight mist
outside
can't tell if
it's blue
or
if it's grey
outside
feels slate
great big prairiesweeping
storm
and so much wider than
this
tiny
corner, here of green
spruce pine elm
kelly green corner
can't tell
yet
november
the terrain
skittered
sharded
splintered
echoed
ached
like unharvested fall cold dry
stalks of wheat
uncombined
unmilled
unbreaded
uneaten
potentials
gone
lone
bone
dry
... dust