The Sod House Green

by William J. Karnowski


attached to the wind

is the west wing

of the sod house green

planting in the spring

I used to say

oh look momma

the sun is rising and moon is going down

then look poppa

stop behind the plow

that cloud looks like momma

and she has gone again

just the growing remains

everything I loved

smells like Kansas sod

grown up now

still behind the plow

I kiss the earth

as she rolls over

dark damp and steaming

dinner bell ringing

to the water lost seagulls