Nov 25
tall prairie grasses
wind whipped, without lament
bison bones,
now soul wedded with soil
wagon wheel ruts
petrified with time, tracks
followed like words on the page
no scent of the sojourners' saga
remains
for mongrel dogs that hunt
or 21st century two legged creatures
who cruise control across mouthless lands
that once spoke of promise
wind whipped, without lament
bison bones,
now soul wedded with soil
wagon wheel ruts
petrified with time, tracks
followed like words on the page
no scent of the sojourners' saga
remains
for mongrel dogs that hunt
or 21st century two legged creatures
who cruise control across mouthless lands
that once spoke of promise
*two minute poem is one written in two minutes--editing is allowed after the allotted time is up--words may be omitted from the original, but not added
