The Long Walk Home

On the long walk home thoughts stride long & crankily

The antelope are swaying

to the song of the buffalo groaning,

old buffalo moaning,

as the heat

beats

down

like a hammer!

The lay of the land is like a frying pan

as the heat

beats

down

like a hammer!

Molecular excitement

means nourishment

The orchestrations of biochemistry

are eloquent

Still the heat

beats

down

like a hammer!

On the prairie floor the insects roar!

The nights were cool...

(Oh, the nights were cruel!)

...but the days were hot

The days were hot!

On the

long

walk

home