Wind always weeps on the prairie.
Sounding much like
A lost kitten in tall grass .
This random winter is worsening
The wind screams and howls
Across miles of frozen tundra
Seems there will be no famous Colorado blue sky winter
No breaks in the clouds.
Wisps of flakes whip up every noontide.
Yellow Dog helps sweep the driveway
For the nth time.
fog and whispering from low cirrus
Suddenly turns to rage
screeching from the north
like an angry atonal twister
The 50 mile an hour
Wind either excites or disorients Yellow Dog
and he disappears into haze.
I replay a video over an over
Of me standing on the walk
Screaming into the unrelenting snow .
Auntie Em calling for Dorothy
In a Kansas quake
but my voice surely can’t be found
In ice and fired flakes.
I wasn’t wearing a coat or boots or glasses.
now I search in my Buffalo Robe coat
But the whole world looks to be
A sprinting Yellow And White Spotted Dog.
A deceptive oneness
he’s certain to know which way is home.
We walk together thousands of times each year.
Along the same four blocks.
The garage fills with snow.
while I am the weeping prairiesong
In a moment the empty drive suddenly drifted a foot
I hold brick wall for security
it’s an old-fashioned Prairie winter
I wonder how all those before us survived
Central heat, electric lights, snow tires.
white and white dog suddenly
emerges from nowhere
finding his way home by chorus or cadence.
After days of confinement
In the mud room
he’s had quite an outing.
while emptying cars
slide and slip
trying to find their own way home
Anaphoric. An expression which interpretation depends on the previous phrase.