Thank you, person who

put the bench

on the trail. I was

not tired but my knees

can't move me

more, that prairie pull

them to ground, head down,

eyes full with

coneflower yellow,

purple, millions of

bergamot,

and red red red RED

royal catchfly, more

than crimson,

in the bluestem big

and little, Silphum buds

high in blue,

wind rocking my tears,

butterfly in throat,

bumblebee

in my heart.