Thursday, August 15, 2013

Piano in a Wheatfield

David Leiker


“Returning home is like that.
The future gets left behind, 
a piano dumped on a stark
prairie.”—Robert Rebein
Dragging Wyatt Earp: A 
Personal History of Dodge City

It’s out there somewhere—
lost a huge gold wheat-field

With the Chevy pickup—
it’s all gone, ruins in the wind

The windmill, the big red barn—
the farmhouse and grainery

All you can hear is the—
piano strings whispering

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