Beauty Past Seeing

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