I love everything about this poem, but I particularly love the opening image and the last line.
Kooser called from Nebraska to say he'd found...
by Jim Harrison
Kooser called from Nebraska to say he’d found
a large cinder on a long walk along abandoned
(Go here, to The Writer's Almanac to read the whole thing, with its perfect ending.)
For my past posts on Ted Kooser, go here.