Dan Nygard
Out where the wind hits
fast and cold to my ears,
where passing cars rattle me
as I stand still,
I speak to your silence, Dave,
the space between city and town.
I have been writing this
for seven years,
and tractors have spiraled the fields,
grasses waving
in the ditch.
I do not know why
but I have stopped here,
today,
to speak to this forgotten ground.
I have no rites to perform,
but I need to alter
the always and forever,
the hail and farewell,
as cars go to Fargo
and cars come home.
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Dan Nygard’s poems have appeared in Read This, Main Channel Voices, and Love Child. Also, his photograph “Bonanzaville, U.S.A.” has appeared in this magazine.