Somewhere in the Blue Majestic. I imagine you proud out there, somewhere high on an Appalachian trail, where the boulders are ablaze and broad-winged hawks carousel the sky; the midnight majestic blue of your dress out of context beside a stagnant row of mules. The drag and pull of summer’s strength flashed across our skin. And in the folded flesh of dawn, I sit and listen to the flurry of the tallgrass prairie; as if the fauna of this place...
