Epilogue Prairie Benediction

Epilogue Prairie Benediction

Off the highland plateau

sandhills are sliced

into gullies

inside the hills

round stones tell of ancient

water

a farmer has left his father's Model-T

to slow the hill's erosion

an uprooted family of sage

waits inside

for the hubs to sprout new wheels

on top of the hill

a slow windmill turns, reaches

down and down

into the Ogallala aquifer trickles,

clear and sweet

into the water tank

drink eat

no other sound

no greater gesture

these stones to bread

this water to wine