Here, on the Frontier of Promise
we are all
ready
settled.
Somehow
we know
its trail
to dust,
though we
have just
begun
have just
begun
our steppe, set
on our plainsong
walk.
on our plainsong
walk.
To reunite
the ox-
bow lakes,
we mine
and know
no detour for
the ox-
bow lakes,
we mine
and know
no detour for
the weight
of our
expectancy
is not
one we’ll
consign.
of our
expectancy
is not
one we’ll
consign.
