Beauty Past Seeing
- Benjamin T. Inman
- Jun 21
- 1 min read
Updated: Jun 23
for Cameron and Allie and All Their
buffalo quiet; ear to the ground
scattered felt report; herd not heard
sunny motes and warm piles; somewhere turf and divots–
remembering aromas, senses refined past seeing
history, ungulate and sore; humping and hoofed horizon before
hunting like hating, soaked sod; bleached bone plains, 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–
late in March the taste of last June, reminiscent of some soon
that tremble and voice, sung; past, on to when
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