let the word ripple out

to who will hear

then let them say

what they will

*

as if vocal echoes faded

with silence near

like a thug in the dark

for the sake of blocking

the thought what should happen

but a roaring storm

through which no one heard

a thing anyway blowing through just then...

*

gem of the prairie

yellow fields straining up

radiant under the eye

of the mute

who needn't speak to

to shower this natural jewel

with direct focus

of devotion and attention

an awareness stretching the length

of the earth that his vision

subsumes in its fullness

this moment on earth

as watching the bloom of this crystal

gem of the prairie

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