Sunday, February 22, 2015

The grass and cows and wind from the southwest—poem

This appeared in THE HAT (a great poetry journal) way back in 2005:

 
The grass and cows and wind from the southwest

The grass and cows and wind from the southwest
still cold around the hills blows plastic bags
from distant roads into barbed wire fence chest
high and a red tailed hawk flies low and lags
a bit to watch the windmill creak and shake
no longer pumping water its well dry
the metal trough with bullet holes
                                                      a snake
may live there or may not but there’s a thigh
bone of a cow or horse half buried in
the dirt
             a plane flies east the vapor trail
thin crossed with long thick clouds
                                                        that start to drift
cows eat and shit the windmill blades still spin
a wooden fence post falls with rusty nails
the cows look up the wind begins to shift


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