A Book of Poetry

for dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return


When on the farm you learn to live with and tolerate dust: from the fields, the roads, blown in the air from afar, and death.

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Dust on the horizon

appeared in the heat's mirage

Grandpa, the only one looking said,

something's coming

never there 'less something's happening.




COMING SOON

Watch for Clara May and Frieda as they bring you those naughty men of the square

in

Square Affair

A YOUNG FARMBOY AGONIZES ABOUT HIS FUTURE

They remain silent for so long; cicadas sing when they can, unlike the square that will never sing again, except for a whispered dirge deep in my memory. .