The Songs Inside Them

The buffalo arrives as the buffalo
Gathers strength in the field
She chooses the voice she can hear
A field full of birds and wind
Buffalo in a field of yellow grass
His hooves drum the earth
He listens to the rain all morning
Watches birds eat in the rain
Waits with his guitar and his songs
One tree in this field
Thunder hard across the field
The nights deeper darker longer
Words have not helped her sometimes
She picks up her guitar
He waits in the sunlight for her
A buffalo walking with the memory
Of a small red rose pulling itself
Up out of the dirt loud and fast
The sound of her strumming