Tygh Summit, Oregon

Dry
wheat,
just long
enough to
flow across the plain.

We
see
rivers
of new grass,
of wide tractor swathes,
fields greener on the further side,
as earth rolls and reaches, curves to catch an endless sky.
Windbreaks of yellow-headed trees,
faint trace of fire, an
old graveyard
secure
with
age.

At the knoll, the cows
small but still
robust
like
us.