running barbed wire
under a full twilight moon
an arrow of mallards whistle above
the clouds slide in
and line up like ribs
the sky stretching
its pied torso
invites the lover’s caress
to range beyond
while standing right here
with the cows
— Peter Wright
Peter Wright began writing poetry in 1990, when he enrolled in a poetry class taught by Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg at the University of Kansas. Since then he has continued writing while living in California, Massachusetts, Texas and Kansas and undertaking work in carpentry, organic farming and serving as barista at a local coffee establishment in Lawrence. He lives at his homestead, aboard the ‘Prairie Schooner’, in rural Valley Falls, with his partner and two dogs. Poetry and writing are core to his daily ritual and passion. He self published a chapbook of ‘nighku'(his own modified form of haiku) titled ‘Spring Spray’, in 2008. He continues to participate in public readings and serves as a board member of the Lawrence based art collective, The Percolator (LCAVA).
The Coop: A Poetry Cooperative 
Great images, and I like the way the author works the title of the poem into the flow of the verse right before the very end.
Nice work my old friend, nice work!!!