Ghosts of the Prairie

October 17, 2007
A cloud of dust, a shimmer of heat
The hot sun beats down upon cactus and ridge
And high in the sky blue and eagle meet.

But wait!
They’re coming
Moving with the soil
With the earth
With the Dawn
With the Dusk
With the chill prairie Nights

Their streaming out manes
Like banners against azure
The pounding of their hooves
Like a fast-flowing river
The fire in their eyes
Of starlight
Of spirit
Of the prairie

And then they’re gone
Just like that
And now there’s only the eagle
And the blue.

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