Uncle Edward and the Spacious Skies
Great-Uncle Edward owned what prairie eyes don't hope for,
McDonald, Walter
Owls at Midnight
This is the time of night
The Middle Years
These trees yield networks of buds,
Loading the Summer Cattle
They are coming from parched wheat,
The Dogs in Esciondo Canyon
Suddenly, this skull, a girl's
Torching Grandfather's Weed Fields
With kerosene we burned fields
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