Poetry
SPRING 2024
Wyoming Litany
by BARBARA DUFFEY
Where do you feel the world’s sinews?
The close clouds at night. The Milky Way’s
birthmark on the stomach of the sky.
What wakes you?
Dawn’s grass blades each holding their pebble
of dew. White-tipped magpie wings.
What moves the wind?
Auburn down on new cows, red flaps emerging
from a box elder bug’s black thorax.
Who goes there?
Sunglint on a neon sign’s unlit
tube-bend, in daylight un-blue.
How will you retrace your steps?
Voles, windfall brown, camouflaged
in scurry dirt, away
from the mower, gravel crunch under truck tires,
sloop of creek-on-rock.
Why do you hold your head to your knees?
Carnation whiff of wild sage
warming on sunbank.
Where does the dusk start?
I am fire’s figure study.
I bend against my weight of fuel.
When is the light right?
The stars’ black absence winged,
large-headed, touch-close, then gone.
Barbara Duffey
Barbara Duffey is the author of two poetry collections, most recently Simple Machines (The Word Works, 2016), which won the 2015 Washington Prize. She has received fellowships from the NEA, the Jentel Foundation, and the South Dakota Arts Council, and her poems have appeared in Prairie Schooner, Western Humanities Review, Blackbird, and elsewhere. A professor of English at Dakota Wesleyan University, she lives in Mitchell, South Dakota, with her son. Her website is barbaraduffey.com.