Springbank, Alberta


seven AM and I’m driving west
striations of Dutch-tulip-field sky behind me
the clouds a smooth grey eagle diving north

o come, o come, o cantaloupe sun
pink grapefruit haze around lilac-tinted mountains
the brown cows motionless in silver fields

my maps always lead to the foothills
my compass always points west
it’s for mornings like this 

o come, o come, prairie morning sun
a moment for contemplation in the highway silence
brightness behind me catching up.


By Rae Lemke Sprung

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