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an old dirt road–
the way in fall–
winter, ain’t no road
This reminds me of a poem I once wrote with the line “and all I got was a stone.”
Not to put myself in the same league with Coal or anything.
Love this. I love this gal’s voice, every time.
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.
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.
Love this. I feel my Hoosier ancestors speaking here.
This one sounds like it wants to be a song. Do you write music too?
I admire the intense economy of language in your writing. This poem proves that ‘less’ is frequently ‘more.’ Loved it!
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