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Sunday, June 5, 2011

prairie footprints

straight lines betray our presence

     rows of evergreens lining the farm yards
     fenceposts rising and falling over the hills

     telephone posts disappearing into the horizon
     parallel tracks of steel

     fading gold rows of last year's grain fields

 
but the river
meanders in and out of view
traveling through the valley it carved out for itself
in no hurry
to determine it's path

bushes and trees
tumble over the hills in dark veins
following the gathering rain as it tumbles out of the sky, 

the wind-tousled tangle of grasses
give way to a fox and his tail

the horizon... stretching from sunrise to sunset
     crooked line where land meets sky
          interupted by poplar stands and house tops
               blinking towers and river valleys


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