BADLANDS

Place is poetry
I am in my place
I am close to home
Poetry flows from this place

My life is a poem
Sometimes tragic
Sometimes magic
A prairie place

Sand Hills of Nebraska
Horizon disappears
between the grass and the clouds
Place and time mean nothing

Another friend has to go
I am left here all alone
How fallible and failed,
frail, frightful, fragile task

Lovers cannot be friends
but friends can be lovers
One of those strange juxtapositions
Dawn happens, I can't stop it

Inherent insanity, like pancakes
Butter and syrup dripping over the edge
Something about mid-winter blues
Evening shadows play off the snow