The dog’s ashes work their way
deeper into the garden’s soil.
This season I walk alone
the dirt road winding into darkening
sky. The horses no longer
come to the fence, and the wind
keens, “Winter is coming on.”
The rising moon
rattles the dry grass,
and below, the dead
continue their long work.
— William Sheldon
William Sheldon lives with his family in Hutchinson, Kansas where he teaches and writes. His poetry and prose have appeared widely in small press publications, including Columbia, Epoch, Flint Hills Review, Prairie Schooner, and Midwest Quarterly. He is the author of two collections of poetry, Retrieving Old Bones (Woodley) and the chapbook Into Distant Grass (Oil Hill Press).
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