Meadows open like books
toward the horizon,
pitch and swell with
prairie language.
I know I am in a dream,
and this is my way
of disappearing.
A fire has grown
in the lower forty.
I smell the switch-grass
turning to ash.
The glow of flame
is blinding.
I’m slipping further
into smoke shadows,
as I read the long text
of this story in its density.
This is not a fire I want
to extinguish.
I want to read it
all night.
Carolyn Adams’ poetry and art have appeared in Steam Ticket, Cimarron Review, Evening Street Review, Inflection Review, and Blueline Magazine, among others. She is the editor and publisher of the Oregon Poetry Calendar. Having authored four chapbooks, her full-length volume, Going Out to Gather has been published by Fernwood Press. She has been nominated multiple times for both Best of the Net and a Pushcart prize.
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