The Secret is Out
A poem about South Dakota
Even the moon
could not manage such terrain.
Sandcastles face to face
with mountains.
Mesozoic shoes.
Hungry, the four
winds are coming
back for seconds.
What can I tell
you of the noise?
There is none. I could be on Neptune.
I could be in an Egyptian tomb.
Earth’s breath, a
gentle exhuming—
she reveals
her heirlooms.
very nice, i particularly like "the wind coming back for seconds" and how "she reveals her heirlooms" - more poems please!
I can’t even describe what reading this feels like. It is just. Just… I love this line: “…I could be on Neptune.
I could be in an Egyptian tomb.”