Lance Henson
poem in july
water falls from the cup of a hand
late the moons silhouette behind clouds
wind in this hour
is the sound of a young girls dress
mist on the hair of her arms
her face sudden petal
in matchlight
trees cross the fields alone
windrows of new mown hay
a bird flies into her sleep
scent of rain
the wind pauses
knowing she is the sky
from Selected Poems 1970-1983
(Greenfield Press)
WHEN THIS BOOK APPEARED IN 1985 LANCE HENSON WAS A MEMBER OF THE CHEYENNE DOG SOLDIER WARRIOR SOCIETY AND LIVED ON A FARM WHERE HIS GRANDPARENTS RAISED HIM ON THE PLAINS.
photo: usao.edu
photo: usao.edu
