Blues and Massive Blacks

these are the blues and massive blacks
of the open fields of genius
not smart, first
or writing on end, but free

roaming and open-eyed, listening
trust for the breeze, the habits of high grass
the meditations of the trees.
these are the blues and massive blacks,
of the open fields of genius,
the now urgent life
on its knees in the moonlight
still, and listening
for the exhale of
the prairie.
the blues and massive blacks,
of the open fields of genius.