Snow Drifts, Blackbirds Sing, and She’s Been Depressed For Twenty Years

 

you wove side to side on multilane highways

scorched into the awful burned over prairie

 

you planted coreopsis, larkspur, and cyclamen

yet harvested monkshood, hemlock, and belladonna

you shuddered to a stop twenty-four years ago

while walking through the Kansas wheat fields

you watched and waited for the sparrow hawk

to acknowledge and save you

[RK, 12/14/2020]