On the Edge of the Plains

Headed for the sky.
Headed for the sky.

On the Edge of the Plains

June 27, 2004, Fargo, N.D.

 

The highway peters out

to washboard gravel

on the edge of the plains,

where we are invited

to eat bison kabobs

and gooseberry cobbler

and slap mosquitoes

and swap stories.

In soft twilight we listen

to cottonwoods rustle

beyond the rhubarb

and Tom’s voice and guitar

roam through cowboy

tunes as this late June day

whispers vespers

on the edge of the plains.

Let this journey take us

where it will.

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2 thoughts on “On the Edge of the Plains

  1. Vespers, the perfect word. I like the way the road is just off center. Really gives subtle impace to the image. For those who know the goal of the journey so much will be missed. For those who let the journey take us where it will so much will be a new and fresh adventure.

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