2019-04-08

NaPoWriMo - 2019 #8 - raven

raven

rainwater hammered into the mud

until it's smoking
barns where my brothers sweated
mindlessly
to stack the crop
the wooden post which is the first and last
sight of our land
in the rearview mirror this time
this last time
nothing more to unearth beneath it
a raven rising from it
as I take the highway




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