In the wind that is all things
Everything you can taste
And touch
And hear
And smell,
The salt sweeps horizontally
Across the lunar landscape
Of western Oklahoma. Continue reading “The Wind That is All Things”
The Wind That is All Things
Everything you can taste
And touch
And hear
And smell,
The salt sweeps horizontally
Across the lunar landscape
Of western Oklahoma. Continue reading “The Wind That is All Things”
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 