• Richard Lutman

PRAIRIE VIEW 1


Black javelins

The magpies

Huddle in the cool of dawn

And gold-washed mesas spill their dusky wine.

Against the high uncharted morning sky

The magpies stand on the plain

They are illusion,

Receding,

Darken and dissolve.


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