Wray, Colorado, 1972
Coming into Town
Sage and prairie grass covered hills, washed-out gullies,
Arrow-straight roads, a high-desert tableau,
A panorama so vast that rust-still windmills, loafing cattle,
Entire farms, even towns, become incidental.
Corrugated grain bins, new, as in NASA new,
Squat rockets, sunlit, galvanized, pristine, brilliant,
Startling against a clear-air, blue sky, shimmering horizon.
Rail cars on a siding, a weather-worn feed & supply store,
A faded grain truck parked in the sharp shadow
Of a loading dock, a cowboy stepping from the cool of a cafe,
Squinting in the noonday sun, Gary Cooper style.
Dust hanging in still air after a pot of bawling calves
Barrels down the road. Hanging in the air
Long after the sound and sight of the big rig is gone.
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2019-02-27 at 15:13
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