A windy day on the prairie. The sun and the sound, the calm fury of the place, forced my hand to write this small poem.
REMNANTThe prairie
what's left of it
whispers and sighs in opposition
to the surrounding fields and lawns
planned and managed
rectilinear and regimented
where the drift of poisonous
thought applied strictly
threatens taproots and deep water
with runoff and erosion
and lawn mowers
with cash flow.The prairie
a slim reserve
a resistance alive with beetles and bees
writes a letter to the editor
against simplification
starts a petition for flowers
and antlions and for the time being
an accord with the lancing plows
allows a kind of silence to persist
a solace a sigh
a lingering whisper in the grass
shhh...it's going to be all right.
Dickcissel
McKnight Prairie
Randolph, Minnesota
Cuckoo Bee
McKnight Prairie
Randolph, Minnesota
Robber Fly, female
McKnight Prairie
Randolph, Minnesota
Crab Spider
McKnight Prairie
Randolph, Minnesota
Robber Fly, male
McKnight Prairie
Randolph, Minnesota
Tawny-edged Skipper
McKnight Prairie
Randolph, Minnesota
Deptford Pink
McKnight Prairie
Randolph, Minnesota
Thimbleweed
McKnight Prairie
Randolph, Minnesota
Death Camas
McKnight Prairie
Randolph, Minnesota
Ground Plum
McKnight Prairie
Randolph, Minnesota
Prairie Alumroot
McKnight Prairie
Randolph, Minnesota
American Lady
McKnight Prairie
Randolph, Minnesota
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A wonderful poem, Scott. Thanks.
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