At the Rim of the Horizon

Ruby R. Wilson

Tall stalks of big bluestem, stiff sunflower,

curled dock, fuzzy goldenrod

“November Bouquet”

and milkweed, whose feminine podsare turned, some up like a cupped hand

others down like an umbrella

some sideways, pregnant with seedsthat look like tiny pheasant feathers

each seed attached to a silky parachute

that will shed and floatwith every draft of air that stirs

to sparkle in the orangelight of the setting sun

I start with a cup of raw great northern beans

add carrots, celery, tomato saucesimmer, stir, and taste

“In My Kitchen”

I make poems sometimes

Other days, the poem starts with potato water

honey, yeast, and flour

These poems usually don’t last too long

 but they’re delicious

At the Rim of the Horizon

by Ruby R. Wilson

Ruby Wilson writes of making poems in her kitchen: “with potato water/ honey, yeast and flour.” These poems are accessible but never simplistic. They speak to each one of us in their richness of detail.”

— Linda Hasselstrom, Dirt Songs and others: www.windbreakhouse.com

Also available at:

• Amazon.com• The South Dakota Agricultural

Heritage Museum• The South Dakota Art Museum

Published by Finishing Line Press

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In At the Rim of the Horizon, Ruby R. Wilson pays attention. She zeros in on remnants of the South Dakota prairie—its grasses and transcendent skies—to cull ordinary, beautiful moments for poems.

— Christine Stewart-Nuñez, author of Keeping Them Alive