DPP 2015: diciembre veintidos 



DPP 2015: diciembre veintiuno Nebraska 

mr. horse

mr. horse

the yellow orb slowly descends

into the lonely desolate lines

that create the plains

i take such comfort in

the dips and raises

the staggared naked figures

barren, without summer leaves

endless rows of broken stalks

bent over till the season ends–

the blue smoke drifts

into the soft glowing pinks of

a day’s end.