FARWELL©

I do not know the mystery of it all.
I do know I feel like a wilted white
flower, dying in the wind
because I have not yet spoken
of my heart for The Plains
in a meaningful way. I feel
like a corn nymph lying unseen
on the warmed ground of
a grassy hillside, on the edge
of sleep, a book opened over
my chest, inhaling the smell
of the green, surfeit in ways
that cannot be described.






Vice and Verse, Ah! University of Nebraska at Kearney, 2006