thunderstorm eighteen (1985)

blue harmonica dreams

stream across grey burlap eyes,

soothe with nuance softness

ears pointed toward distant sky

fields of grace aplenty

washed clean, noontime weep

the furrows gush a murky blood

into willing earth tears seep

the day of welcome wanes, dust beckons

the lights dim, sun rises on

another's land melting cloudy

on oklahoma's rim



(age 18, 1985)