Wallace Farm
she told me, eyes bright, she was ready to see what could venture forth
from scorched earth she'd trusted all her life
watered by the firemen she'd taught in school
she told me the dog tried to herd the ghosts of cows again last week
all I know is since Wallace Farm, I've ended sentences
with commas
and written letters to old friends
and wondered if beyond "Dead End" signs
lies, simply, more road
Posted May 1, 2018, 12:20 AM UTC
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