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Arlice W Davenport
Poems
May 2019
Flint Hills
The tawny ridge bulges above the tree line:
sleeping serpent too sly to strike.
The road swerves and curves and dips and rises.
I must stay off balance to survive it.
A chorus of desiccated trees prays for rain.
The earth laughs in repose. Stones of pain.
From a fence post, a falcon thrusts into the wind,
clutches my heart as prey, flings it past tall grasses.
A white-rock trail angles hard toward the clouds.
The slightest breeze will tatter them.
The serpent stirs, stretches, slumbers still,
as I lumber north to Council Grove.
The road straightens on its own.
Who dares call these hills his home
?
Written by
Arlice W Davenport
M/Kansas
(M/Kansas)
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