no exposition

by M Nv

(No exposition from the letter writer).

Late fall in a Wyoming dry-land prairie,

the grasses firmly unite

(they do not sway, do not speak).


The distant Antelope watch me;

apprehensive and aware of my presence,

afraid they will be seen and hunted.

I shoot grey photo’s of the herd,

walk against the grains,

and beyond the game trail

(dejected and stung by a honeybee).