Seeing these hills again
makes me remember things
I don't think I ever knew -
recollections of dirt clods
and whiskey and light
over the plains,
and Kansas purple
storms pushing up
over the horizon
like a thrashing cloud of crows
oil black, and lightning blue.
Violent, beautiful, silent.
Pushing up over the wheat
like dark wind,
collecting all light,
advancing and hovering above me.
Mountain of dark and light
swelling above the flat
gold of Kansas.
4 Comments:
well ain't that pretty. here's a question, and maybe a little advice that seems you have already taken to heart.
I also got this extra. How utilitarian is that. No nickel plating for me.
hey... i know it's a sensative issue, but have you thought any more about addressing your premature discharge?
guns are cool.
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