tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855012732105426889.post1671664833205428580..comments2024-03-06T13:33:02.824-08:00Comments on poetry bites: Lunch. How was today's lunch no different from editing the the poem I wrote this morning?Kit Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04680775609980451495noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855012732105426889.post-74012833533721281592012-08-13T10:19:38.722-07:002012-08-13T10:19:38.722-07:00Mining Towns p. 14
And the ghosts come howling
di...Mining Towns p. 14<br /><br />And the ghosts come howling<br />diffidently across the plains<br />While driving through the cactus<br />one of the mother rages across the road<br />one of the father skims the rising heat<br />ancestors pour across the pavement<br />admonishing in granite<br />don't follow our ways, a confusion<br /><br />we are burning<br />burning like the slim, dry sticks<br /><br />Along the highway<br />all the moving<br />all the questionsSusan E. Gangelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11089529481292723290noreply@blogger.com