Label
(from 2023.Art and Books)
They say
buffalo buffalo buffalo, but these are
bison named false by settlers who
dusted the prairie dry, dealt death to
furred kings. Returned un-ghosted with
the red-haze of sunset, guided by starts that
even in absence never stopped singing them;
they call us into place. What's lost cannot be restored,
but what of repair? Suturing seeds into prairie,
tall grasses call with bison and us into night,
into dreaming together beneath this Kansas sky.
- Megan Kaminski