so little open prairie left      little waves of bluestem     little    

            fuzzy tongue penstemon        quieter the golden currant

                        nodding onion quieter now as well


only a few clusters of Colorado butterfly plant still yawn into the night


            where there once was prairie

                        a few remaining fireflies abstract themselves

over roads and concrete paths


                  prairie wants to stretch full out again and sigh—


            purple prairie clover       prairie zinnia

                          prairie dropseed nodding into solidago

bee balm brushing rabbitbrush—prairie wants      prairie wants      

       prairie wants

Copyright © 2023 by Camille T. Dungy. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on April 21, 2023, by the Academy of American Poets.