barn-wood face
faded print dress
over a hunched frame
knee-hose rolled
watches tourists
tying down
genuine Amish buggy wheels.
“Now they’ll go stick ‘em
in the ground,” she tells me.
“Somedays it’s better than
a picture show.”
"A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak. It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a love sickness. It is never a thought to begin with." Robert Frost
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