Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Dry Coulee: 2





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.


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