Monday, July 18, 2005



grand lake downpour blinds
all but those who know by heart
road to fishin' hole

his fourth - tales of old
ragtown, anadarko, tribes
whose lands were taken

dog days in lawton
'f you thought soldiers would be out
you were mistaken

okemah native
knows well your sultry welcome -
completely ignored

blazing lawton sun
keeps folks off streets and hiding
in army's air-con

ain't the first outlaw
these ouachitas ever hid
on a summer night

near judy ranch - dusk,
marsh grass - southbound whooping cranes
also stop to rest

road to stillwater -

sunset on rust-colored fields,

hawk scans for his prey

piercing eyes, pumpkin
patch, anadarko back road -
our worlds, so different

lifted weights in barn,
play'n for th'sooners, tornado
took all but the weights

near ada, coffee's
weak, stuffing's dry - in a booth,
an old man says grace

clinton mcdonald's -

exchange of hot tea, cold hiker

'n' cheyenne arapahoe

panhandle ranchers
on windswept plain - another
bag of sand in truck

kaw nation's coffee -

at th'border sign, he spills some

on th'icy gravel

kids with happy meals,
below, m'ssouri-bound cars
swerve on sleeted lanes

rest stops near tulsa
march tornado blows semi
westbound to eastbound

'don't drive through smoke' sign
asks what kinds of fires you'd see-
spring in green country

ouachita mountain
backroad leads down into fog -
blossoms still hiding

may rains grip tulsa -
docent listens to tramp's tale
of storming auschwitz

bois' city founders
sold dreams with no more substance
'n these spring tumbleweeds

june wedding – guymon
groom shows th’cowboy boots he’ll wear,
‘n’ th’bit he made for th’bride



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