Peter Jaeger

Sons of the Pioneers
(for Jeff Hilson)

Sons of the Pioneers
We must stay happy etc. Things
are outside etc. What she wants
is what it looks like etc. etc.
And the pioneer may still go out,
singing: “Prairie moon, O prairie moon,
I rode along and sang this tune.
So there.
I mean you go quickly around corners.
I mean I never saw the rock face
and its twin, the rock face. Doubling
over, goofassing up. There’s nowhere
to take my old toys back. Write
on the wren at the head of my grave:
drifting along with the tumbling weeds.