Dry Coulee: 2
Clutching-foolish to rusty barb wire coils,
you nightmare-run a flaming apple orchard...
scent of grassy burned pie crust.
Dream alone... dream alone... dream alone:
flaming bible pages in a scorch-wind.
One oily sagebrush at a time torches-up.
You nightmare run along train tracks...
train gone east a century ago...
moon-white pony and bison skulls.
Dry Coulee: 2 is included in a Red Shuttleworth collection of poems, Woe to the Land Shadowing (Blue Horse Press, 2015), available from Amazon.