Rural
Rural
When I say it, it sounds
like a bunch of Rs with an L
slapped on at the end.
Rural
the Chaplin River I waded in,
once threw a crawdad during a fight
then ran away because I was afraid…
of the crawdad.
Rural
my aunt’s house in Tennessee,
2 miles off the paved road
you can see forever there,
but never a neighbor
Rural
y’all and bless your heart,
neighbors you know,
quiet nights on the porch swing
Rural
a million stars shining in the night sky,
the quiet croaking of frogs in the crick,
the susurrus of leaves in the wind
Rural
where you find all the things
you miss in the city