Under a Nikon Star

On the outskirts of Brady
a man in flaked red-wings
a dust bowl hat
cradles a Nikon
and shoots low against
a star filled Dakota night
at an abandoned launderette
lit bold in fluorescent ice
battered by wind and Hotpoint
a chased American dream
scratched by tumbleweeds
and the sharp tooth of progress

this Hopper blueprint
dies in dynamite tomorrow