sunday, february 28, 2021
in the transient world
nothing is incorruptible
except perhaps corruption itself
days and days into weeks and weeks and months
and months go by with all the variation of
fenceposts outside a car window
on a road through western kansas
and then it's the late winter again
in february, we finally get a stretch
of cold weather
i leave my desk and go out for a walk one day
and see a coyote hunting prairie dogs in the
grass, a bald eagle looking down over the
half-frozen saint vrain