A l e c  H e r s h m a n

Self-Portrait in Nebraska

Watched a ream of papers explore a field—the field

everywhere else in its yellowing various. Sun-stricken,

they recalled the urban glitter of pigeons

peeling off a radio tower,

but here there was a golder broadcast,

the static glister of wheat

leaning into wheat

and the paper

doing what it tended to:

flashing lightly in the masses

and then turning just before I’d finished with it.