…..I got a land in me,

rocks melted into blood

and skin from snakes.

Dust and sand forms the man

and tears wash it away into rivers

deep with shadows, the places

of past front porches

and lights too dim for a full face

where screen doors welcome

the great and small into a room

where windows weep

with ragged curtains

and hope waits with strong hands

and shirts hold out for

sweat and the aroma of groceries

and families keep the heat

with coats when cold finds them.

I got a land in me………


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