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.