Heart and HAMMER: Listen
Wyoming Skies
Wyoming Skies c. Julianna Waters March 2009
Little ghost what do you see
In the fragments of my memory
Trailer cities on cinder blocks
cracker boxes with flimsy locks
Eight years old with her pony tail
playing chicken with the wind as it twirls and sails
Playing horses, jump rope in her teeth
trailer kids are geniuses , pretending on the cheap
In the wide Wyoming skies
Phantoms of the past are
watching with their sad dark eyes, watching, watching
Little ghost tell me what you know
of that cold hard place built on dust and snow
Were those families living out of bounds
unwatched kids and unkept hounds
Eight years old in a single wide
bunk beds for the sisters with a pocket door that slides
Playing horses jump rope in her teeth
trailer kids are geniuses pretending on the cheap
In the wide Wyoming skies
Phantoms of the past are
watching with their sad dark eyes watching watching
Eight years old with her pony tail
playing chicken with the wind as it twirls and sails
Playing horses jump rope in her teeth
trailer kids are geniuses pretending on the cheap
In the wide Wyoming skies
Phantoms of the past are
watching with their sad dark eyes watching watching