Shifting by Rodney Nelson

 

 

Ripped Blue by Jim Fuess

 

 

 

                          SHIFTING

                          in that part of November
                          no one looked at the prairie

                          a warm week seemed to make it
                          quieter and more remote

                          leaf and weed became the dun
                          of what they lay or stood on

                          the river had a faint pulse
                          that one would have seen not heard

                          and in any time at all
                          the snow would have to be there

                          a warm day brought out yellow
                          and matte orange in the grove

                          some hint of what would return
                          after the going away

                          in that part of November
                          the prairie went on shifting

                          – Rodney Nelson

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