mostly dark
the horses call us
first
breaking light
a short cut
to the woodpile
harvest hands . . .
a farm table
of biscuits and gravy
morning frost
on grandpa’s old tractor
cough, cough, cough
an owl floats
just over the barn
come daylight
—Randy Brooks
back home
from voting
the forgotten chocolate
in my pocket
gone
soft
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life of a poet
raising a few
choice
words
in
the garden
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brothers
pestering each other
in the back seat
now fallen angels
both
asleep
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rent overdue
locked out with nothing
but
a comb-over
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thick family Bible
she only keeps up
with
births
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warming up
the farmhouse kitchen
banana
bread
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not toy guns
not real guns
she wants nothing to do
with guns in her house
ever.
again.
Randy Brooks
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