a penny, a poem and a pound o' nuts

Well, not really, but as it's Poetry Friday wanted some alliteration.  Found the cent on my walk and the nuts were a gift from home and the poem?    I find it delightful that on a random fence, there is a post box filled with a poem of the month.  Here is the June creation:

Here Between
Guy Holliday


At the ragged intersection
of the earth and heaven
peaks and sky contend
the imperfections of their interface
bespeaks the harder days ahead
I miss the fast flat line the prarie lays
the buffered blue the cotton kiss
above the breeze before it pays
unfathomably for no crime but
failure to confine the wind
an hourglass unbound by time
reversed in violence unsinned against until
the mountains fall and we are left
exposed to all.