this folded land
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	    this folded land.  this shining land.
	    meadow-larks and bees and wind wind wind.
	    the sun has baked the road worker something bronze.
	    she's flaxen of hair and leaning on the blue flatbed ahead.
	    waiting for the dusty pilot car with a sickly light on top.
	    summer constructions tears up the western roads to dirt.
	    this sun-glazed land.  this scented land.
	    thermals and hawks and prairie dogs and wind wind wind.
	    faded blue out here.  high feathery whisps of white.
	    faded green out here.  eye-blue of washboard ponds.
	    this splayed-open land.
	    textures of pastures.  little dots of cows and horses.
	    dinosaurs used to own it -- the land of huge yellow machinery
	    and jerkied men and women.
	    this folded rolling land.  this western hot noon land.
	    flowers and grasses and wind-tortured inclined solitary trees.
	    this topsy north dakota this hilly montana this flat alberta.
	    this wind wind wind.


			Marek Lugowski
			17 July 1999
			Chicago, Illinois