Poems by Ryan Bayless

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by Ryan Bayless

From Canary Fall 2014

Ryan splits his time between his home in the Hill Country of central Texas' Edwards Plateau and his 1966 Airstream trailer perched atop an isolated ridge deep in the Davis Mountains of West Texas.

Beyond a gold-green meadow,
past stands of spruce and fir,
a blue-gray mist rises around Sheep Mountain.
The air, water-heavy. No wind.

I watch the landscape patiently
as birds find their way to trees.
On one side of the meadow, a lone deer
grazes on fresh grass, but when I turn to see her

she is gone. Just then, the thunder
shakes loose the rain around me
as if it had been waiting all along
for a sign.

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