Landmark

Windmill that was torn down

 

Landmark

The windmill

in the south pasture

marked the corner

to turn north

for the farm place.

Deep breaths

of wind made

wide paddles whir,

scaffold tremble,

metal scream

against metal

as it roused

unstirred darkness.

As it leaned

against nothing.

Today, eyes sweep flat-line horizon. Nothing stands to shout: Turn here!

Not even a severed skeleton defies baked blue sky. So you drive on.

 

— Sojourn, Fall/Winter 2008