Sunshowers spit-shined the shark’ s
tooth that gutted Kansas’ only diamondback.
You were just a puff adder feigning rattles--
scavenging rat droppings with field mice
in bales of switchgrass.
I want tallgrass.
I want a thunder god with flashes of ego--
a two-storied sod house near an artesian well--
flag-side-up roses.
Wall clouds that squall more than hook echoes.
I want storms made out ofwater rain that doesn’ t flinch
at dust ballsy wheat flaxen fully-headed two fresh
holstein heifers, & slow-churned farm butter.
I want forty ripe acres ofAmish maize--two mules,
& a bullmastiff named Shep who eats corn snakes.
I want to break a green feather bed with a Dundee man.