Dakota's Star-Brimmed Vault
I drive her north at nightfall through the buttes and sags,
The hummocked treeless tract of Dakota's star-brimmed vault,
That my daughter will learn the dark--clear dark--and stars.
Returning in the night through the last wild hills,
Horizon-stretched, the looming city-glow enfolds
That swelling plenitude of absolute eyes,
Reducing vibrant truth to hesitant word.