You have chosen voluntary exile
semi-voluntary, quasi-coerced
we gallop across the northern plains
east to the land of wind and winter
a braid of lakes, freckles spangled
across a Dakota face
We steer by the Devil
detour to Sturgis
in search of pet friendliness
and the promise of free beer at happy hour
all rally long at Knucklehead’s saloon
Now you are ensconced
near where Custer got Sioux’d
in a little box at the end of the cul-de-sac
magic carrots lure asspuff rabbits
a missing coffee grinder nearly causes a tragedy
an icy first commute yields ass-warming Outback
charming elderlies,
Greybull and Greybuffalo,
Bulldog and Tincup and High Elk
Red Owl and Two Stars
Big Vs of geese honk north
I fill in at the homestead
answer the coyote howl, the head rammer
the gray maniac the shrieking bird
and the old gum eater
the sky is flying and the snow is dark
on St. Patsy’s Day