prairie

[howard bruner]

The long light at the end of day and the wind chuckling and boasting and hairgrass as high as needed for tossing and bowing and kingbirds chatting and chasing and the sky banked with milky charcoal with icing and swallows cutting it close to the flailing sea of prairie full of color you have never seen before.  One of those times. I stayed and stayed and thought if this could be my new home I would cry tears of soft hesitant joy that would taste like the warm edible tan of late June grass.

The wind puffed out and dropped to muss the community and the evening air settled quiet and attentive with expectations and deep wishes and there it came sneaking along in the muddle of kingbird chatter and Savannah sparrow nest peeps the unmistakable and exotic rattle of the aberrant mockingbird which now has come to such a place to sing such a song for such a guy on such an evening. 

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