Beauty Past Seeing

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