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Prairie Grass in Fall
By David Starkey

Little bluestem brooding,
like some carnivore
forced to forswear meat.

Northern prairie dropseed,
rickety, past ripening.

Prairie cordgrass arching
in dense stands towards the sky.
Turkeyfoot riddled

by the passage of another year,
stripped brave.

The roots of all of these
tenacious in the way a swarm
of bees is tenacious:

that is, without mercy
and not likely to go away.