Sunday, August 16, 2015

Final Light of Day



Final Light of Day

Twist of rusty barb wire, failed grids,

goat-cleared brushy pasture... sagebrush....
You listen for a passenger jet...
Seattle to Boston?  Pilots with available
oxygen masks in the shadows
of old lovers' apartments....

You listen for jet rumble to drop
36,000 feet to where you're taking snapshots
of over-grazed, August sage steppe.
Night is quirky-falling, ash-gray
from the wildfire that surrounds Chelan.

Stepping against a weather-broken fence
some other unshaven old man put up...
to have something to watch while dying,
you scan for where horizon might be,
where a sun might be ill-burning inward.





This poem is included in Red Shuttleworth's Woe to the Land Shadowing, winner of the 2016 Western Heritage Award for Poetry from the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City.  Woe to the Land Shadowing, published by Blue Horse Press, is available on Amazon.

Red Shuttleworth accepts the 2016 Western Heritage Award for Poetry at the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City, April 16, 2016.

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