Here, on the Frontier of Promise and Other Poems


Here, on the Frontier of Promise

we are all
           ready
       settled.
Somehow
                   we know
           its trail
                         to dust,

          though we
               have just
                 begun


    our steppe, set
                   on our plainsong
            walk.


To reunite
                the ox-
          bow lakes,
 we mine
                      and know
             no detour for


          the weight
                      of our
 expectancy
                          is not
                    one we’ll
           consign.
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