glinting parallel steel
Burlington Northern’s
imprimatur vanishes to
hazy distant horizons
Missouri oxbows below
Highway 2 it passes
through dusty scatterings
lifeless High-line towns
all streets sudden dead-ends
where nowhere begins
evanescing graffiti
warnings of crystal meth.
benchland of immense sky
long wind blowing down
from Saskatchewan a sea
of grasses ruffling
silent prairie hypnosis
farm reports emerge
from crisp radio static
cottonwoods and alders grow
tight to parched stream beds
cut through massive gray
shadows of Signal Butte
Lakota and trappers
took their reckoning
stockmen watch their
herds flow and ebb
this fenceless topography
the far side of yonder
remember all that you
have seen and found here
everything forgotten
returns to the circling wind
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