prairie melancholy

the moment we said good bye

silence tore across the sky

the riverbed by wide and dry

as far as i could see

and someone said

my ghost was found

laying her burden down

taking the long way around

underneath the moon. somewhere on the prairie

a little cross in mine

a simple wooden marker

with a plastic rose is entwined

and in the stillness of the twilight

as the tumbleweeds wind

i am crawling like a scorpion

across the melancholy time

so shred the poems

let the wild birds chase them in the breeze

let them make their nests

from words like please"