NEBRASKA
The whole of Nebraska
was sky. Reeds bending
to sky, red tails
drifting, darkness inking,
white lines breaking
sky.
The horizon surged
in silent streaks, the storm
so distant. Heat unheard. Driving,
we kept driving. Lightning
disappeared as sky
unfolded
to sky unfolded
to new light falling. Meteors
scattering dust. We fell
silent, the shower of earth-
bound bodies
filling with heat.
Natalie Callum is a writer and poet living between St. Louis, Missouri and Wyoming. When she is not writing, she can be found outside free-climbing and exploring with her much beloved husband. Her work is forthcoming in Amethyst Review.
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