Somewhere in a wheat field, in its gold crevasse,
the shadow of my body.
No one in sight for miles,
lie down, back to back
her dark silhouette.
She can say nothing. Her lips shut. She bites pearls of dust in her teeth.
Here the sky has no forbidden borders—
vanish in all directions.
The prairie sun hovers and I fall to sleep
in the slow energy
a whirling orbit.
bends to hear my heart beating.
Hours overlap. Night comes
a black lantern. I wake
a gunshot of wings.
I forgive her nothing for these betrayals.
Lying back down under so many stars,
the dark cavity of the field,
shadow chamber, a past—
clip her earthbound wings.
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