This evening, upon waking, I saw [?] saying, "I'm going to a tractor pull." And I didn't understand. Outside, it was dusk enough to make things invisible, And I heard a car swerve as it skinned the elbow of an ugly child. It didn't make the news, though I did wonder how hard it would be for a tractor to skin anything, No matter how impulsive it was on the open fields.
It was an hour before I fell asleep again and dreamed I was on a soggy bed, While Mom ironed linen curtains in the other room, saying: "Isn't it awful here with all the heat and the fever blisters and no trees to block the tumbleweeds From coming in the windows?" I looked up at the open prairie skies and all its stillness and I forgot that the TV was silent, Letting us remember all the loud colors of the world.