Wilderness

· Poems · ,

by Jamie Samdahl

I begged for wilderness and lost my shoes
in the roar of high prairie grass
and wind. It was night.
You stood in the moonwash
thistle-mouthed,
unable to speak

the truth, it’s like a too-bright light
you said, no good to look right at it—
better to find it instead
reflected in the glass
of someone else’s wild eye.


Copyright © 2013 Jamie Samdahl. Published by permission of the author.

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