Friday, January 13, 2012


The drive from Spokane to Cheyenne
was long and dry
like the wheat fields we witnessed,
their golden stalks woven tightly
into a quilt of sunshine.

What lies beneath 
guarded by herds of antelope
and wild buffalo united by the past.
They watch cars float by on the highway,
sniff the air, and then gallop away--

afraid of the noisy, iron ghosts
that make the earth tremble
rattling the bones of ancestors
they were so careful not to disturb.

About Sandy Benitez:
Sandy Benitez is the founder and editor of Flutter Press and Red Poppy Review.  Most recently, Sandy's poems have appeared in The Camel Saloon, Catapult to Mars, and Subliminal Interiors.  She resides in California with her husband and their 2 children.

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