Pittsburg Landing

(From guest writer Sam Olson)


Down from the rimrock,

like the morning Two Moons

routed the U.S. Cavalry,

the day the homesteader

read he’d been drafted

to war with the Axis,

or the ‘37 headlines framed

above the mock dinner

in the rancher’s museum:

Japan Considers Peace Talks


the canyon wren spirals

over the backeddy, the hiss

of my butane stove, and

across the state-line,

at her pirouette’s end,

chirrs suddenly upward.

—Sam Olson