Jesse is back this summer,

planting windbreak trees
on his parents’ Kansas farm.
He’s tired, of course, but confident
he’s busy doing the right thing.

And the wind?
It starts on the frozen ridges
of Pluto’s farthermost satellite,
and travels to Earth,
where it hits the Great Plains full-force,
and picks up every secret human moan
on its way through those empty miles,
and sometimes at night you can hear it play the trees

like a blues harmonica.

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