Poems Are

prayers slipped quietly

into dark corners beneath

dangling spiderwebs

wet with morning's dew, calls

of the soul sent out over

a winding dirt road deep in

the heart of Oklahoma,

bouncing around in the back

of an open wagon drawn

by a pair of mules named Blue

and Lou, winds in the woods

hurrying little children's

wishes home.

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