ear to the ground; buffalo quiet scattered felt report; herd not heard
somewhere turf and divots; sunny motes and warm piles
remembering aromas; sense refined in lack of sight
history, ungulate and sore; humping and hoofed horizon before
hunting like hating, soaked sod; bleached plain, drying like waiting
slow, draw of a bow; a shaft length, till a leap lives a line
silent dandelion blooms; a day and yesterday, sprinkle and loft tomorrow
the taste of last June; late in March, reminiscent of some soon
that tremble and voice, sung; past, on to where