Out this way tumbleweeds

wash against barns, barbed wire,

wheat and prairie grass,

splash over orange space

on geological maps –

the buried sand dunes

of Edwards County


We catch a turnpike breeze

past islands

of farmhouse and tree,

tack across

an endless day

of headwinds and dust

to a smooth clear line

where sky and field touch


Sure enough,

as tides come and go,

as the sun rises and sets,

in-laws are a rockin’

dull and cranky on the porch