A Prairie Affair

By Kevin Heaton

I bought you roses; you drowned
them in my koi pond. I wooed
you in a cracked-mud buffalo wallow.

Vultures circled our vows and fleshed
us to a tumbleweed. We honeymooned
alongside bastard coyote pups night-soiling
prairie dog mounds with wild plum pits,

and flamed-out like a nova over the plains.
Our ruts begat depressions. You gave birth
beneath a seedless sunflower.

Categories: Issue 4, Poetry | 1 Comment

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  1. Cork

    In every poem there is mystery. Life and love for the pioneers was tentative at best. I have seen the koi in Japanese ponds.

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