snagged on wheat stalks, no
shoes, a sheet of hair in the sun
everybody can hear me and no
one can hear me, crashing through
the tall grass on a wolf trail, slapped
by ears of corn, the tall grass relents
against me
shush, shush, shush,
but my feet
have never left the ground and the
durum sticks to my sweat, out here
in the wilderness.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
snagged on wheat stalks, no
shoes, a sheet of hair in the sun
everybody can hear me and no
one can hear me, crashing through
the tall grass on a wolf trail, slapped
by ears of corn, the tall grass relents
against me
shush, shush, shush,
but my feet
have never left the ground and the
durum sticks to my sweat, out here
in the wilderness.
(c) Brooke Otto
