30 East Towards Texarkana
44 miles out
the gauntlet
of Red River pines
of Red River pines
cast shadows pointing north.
You continue east, ignoring
the needles they shed like tears.
October 2014
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This is really lovely.
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I like it.
"The needles they shed like tears." Lovely. **
Beautiful poem. "*"
We are fleeing, in the nick of time. *
Very timely. *
Thank you Ana, James, Tara, Kyle, Mathew and Jake.
Thin and haunting. The two closing lines are strong and necessary. Good poem.
I love a short poem that says so much. *
Thank you Sam and Charlotte!
Late to this, but I too love much said in small spaces. And I could smell the pine, and the paper mill, as I read this. *