old dirt road

Posted: 04/10/2011 in house of change, house of weather

goin down

an old dirt road–

spring, it’s

water spirits,

summer bring

dust devils.

leafs bury

the way in fall–

winter, ain’t no road

at all.

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Comments
  1. hedgewitch says:

    This reminds me of a poem I once wrote with the line “and all I got was a stone.”

    Yeah.

  2. hedgewitch says:

    Not to put myself in the same league with Coal or anything.

  3. Love this. I love this gal’s voice, every time.

  4. Mama Zen says:

    And, I’m reminded of a poem I once wrote with the line “and all I got was stoned.”

    Seriously, Coal’s voice just comes through clearer and clearer.

  5. hedgewitch says:

    Ha! That too, MZ, that too. And how dast we discuss our own feeble efforts after being exposed to Coal’s magnificent talent, and/or switchblade.

  6. Tess Kincaid says:

    Love this. I feel my Hoosier ancestors speaking here.

  7. lolamouse says:

    This one sounds like it wants to be a song. Do you write music too?

  8. ayala says:

    Nicely written….

  9. I admire the intense economy of language in your writing. This poem proves that ‘less’ is frequently ‘more.’ Loved it!

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