a sulphur butterfly
rides prairie wind
late sunflowers
lean heavy
against a barbwire fence
a sulphur butterfly
rides prairie wind
late sunflowers
lean heavy
against a barbwire fence
everyone’s asleep
my footsteps in the dark house
the box fan rattles
autumn grass
sunglare scattered
in dry fields
starlings
swirl from highway signs
southbound traffic
daddy longlegs
slips across autumn sunlight
barred windows
warm september moon
a hard glow
between elm branches
fevered skin
a wolf pack stalking
over snow
drizzlegray
among rain lilies
a mockingbird
walking as slow
as greyhounds allow
I watch the sun
set behind the oaks
bluebonnets fading
their scent lingers in the air
firewheels begin