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Prairie Whispers

A poem about listening before a day of work.

Before the cattle find their feet,
the grass has begun speaking—
seed against seed,
a dry and patient sound.

A meadowlark tries one clear note.
The horse lifts her head.
Far off, a windmill turns
without asking who is there.

I came out looking for a trail.
The morning gave me one:
follow the fence to the broken rail,
then stop and mend it.

An editorial revision for the SalarsNet poetry collection, based on the page.

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