Highway 75 Elegy

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.


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.

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