If You Are Western

If You Are Western

If you are western
Under rocky skies
Loud scrub jays and cold nights
Then you are not
What someone would call released from air

Winded by sheer space
I force these words on words
Pushing them along the flatland
The long Platte
Thinning I ream hills into mountains

Gather speed and soar
The mother eagle captures me in her talons
Then releases me into the glut of stars
I should be dreaming skulls