drought, dry weeds
in every sign and billboard
a bullet hole
pheasant chicks in columns
march into the grass
the yearling's death cry
stilled with a penknife -
the only day it rained
curlews choose flight
over Blacktail Dam
pronghorn antelope
plunging across the road
hard, red wheat
a dust trail rises
above the horizon
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