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Hemphill, Texas; circa 2011


by Becca


My full face was lit with the heat of Spring

Sun shining through the windshield


A sharp eye tuned to passing

Static that is our scenery

Among the piney woods of deep east


I listen to the drawl of mosquitoes

Dancing their ballet of single pirouettes

To surrounding oxymorons


Mumbles of sadness coughed-up laughter

Lessoned grief punctuated by

Intelligent-ignorance of a wry sense of justice


Under the canopy of branchless trees

Only the tops green with needles

The ground full of the dead


A shock of tangerine

Sunset slips through the cracks

Under the canopy of branchless trees

Only the tops green with needles

The ground full of the dead


A shock of tangerine

Sunset slips through the cracks

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