call it a Lost art
dad says there was good money
in newspapers around the coal camp
they’d pass them
in mornings, after sunup
after fathers took the mantrip
then collect enough
in exchange
to buy stuff they
really wanted
that you couldn’t
usually get
up a holler
nohow
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Great storytelling here in this poem, the details. My favorite line is “after sunup/after fathers took the mantrip”
Appreciate it Shaun. Nice to see you again on here!