Scott Simpson · Poetry

Prairie Voice

A Hush Between Seasons · printed pages 40–40

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Source page 40

PRAIRIE VOICE

Let the wind

be your oldest friend.

Let it call you

through the grass

that remembers

your name

even when you forget.

Let the stars—

not the roads—

guide your going.

And when you lie down

in the hush between seasons,

may the land hold you

not as visitor,

but as seed.