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Road and Flower

01.13.19 Posted in today's words by

Nels Hanson’s most recent poem to appear here was “Doves at Morning” (December 2018).

Road and Flower
By Nels Hanson

On the farm’s dirt alley ways,
avenues between vineyard and
orchard, blue flowing ditch,
fiddleneck grew in long rows,
yellow flanked by two blonde
lines tractor and pick-up tires
packed hard, naked as stone,
light soil tamped a 100 years,
wagon rim, treads of diesels.
Gold wildflowers lived safely,
stripe of island where spiked
blooms survived, wheels passed,
twin pairs in parallel that owned
one road, no feet to wander like
jackrabbit, fox, opossum, quail.

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