Lovely little lavender buds have once again washed over the fields of Sauk.  The wild flowers here have budded and blossomed three times since I arrived in April.  What is it about these tiny points of joy that feed the cattle here and brush against my boots as I climb toward my morning bus?  Maybe it is like seeing the snow coming down out of the air for the first time in a winter season; some gifts feel like magic.



Twelve years


Boards the bus beside me



Up to the best seat

A perched alcove

Glass back



Deep ribbed and earth tan

Mutter mutter eyes down

The care collector let you



Quiet as a hanging portrait

Grim eyed oil casting

Motionless save eyes, mind


The faremaster forgot you

Pretty girls never even glanced

No one would miss you

No one even saw you there


Joshua Hughes