vast valley of
river Red
no beginning or end
only expanse of
level land
with esses
and dots of swelling spring water
echoing along windy
dust-deviled dirt roads
telephone poles like laughter
lined up to blue
horizon
radiating out
over fallow fields
lying like patchwork quilts
waiting for fertile harmony
of seed sun
and rain
lilting above a people
who cross and recross
these square intersections
squinting icy sun in hope
of sudden
summer
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