you watched it from older country and went and from here too as I would do in time and you went again had me with you to watch it from High Point until was nothing but sign in it then you came as I in time would do came back to more a sky than any and to pass not go I am here taking more a March wind than Seattle or older country would know and am not gone but have your words with me on a road or avenue you are passed not gone and I am here with you and wind watching sky that may have no more sign in it for me.
About the Author
Rodney Nelson's poetry got into mainstream print long ago, but he gave up poetry for fiction and did not write a poem for twenty-two years, reemerging in the 2000s. A book and copy editor, he lives in the northern Great Plains.