AD.

Hands clasped over bewildered head
bent no’ing over the wiped and weathered tableau
which bore its fresh risen bread within the
brand name of the United States

The ten commandments
read off a carton of Pall Mall’s,
sheriff’s medal is mine; ours
immigrants pearling barb wire
irritation immured in the
intimate knowledge of
cowboy stories wandering
native goldenrod

Auntie Em’s fence stands in
remnant against the opaque puff
of redoubled dough

Hoping for a mandalic order of lace edges,
a November drive through the charming chaos
of Grandma Moses’ quilt

A blue torn paper sky
cracker white lining
sun down red

Amnesty prayer flag
clapboard, paint and picket fence
pretty

~ Lady

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