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.