Sunday, July 31, 2011


image by skip hunt


Nailed down
beside the road

wind turbines
stand motionless

hot with rows
of utility poles

limp American flag
such a prisoner as I

pass the brewery
air heavy in hops

empty beer cans
last night's vodka

along the road
I see your face

imagine myself
on a plane lifting

above the dull
I walk in the door

pull on the fan
and exhale

Tess Kincaid
July, 2011

Posted over on her site Willow Manor
Listed as #3 over on Magpie Tales 76

Glenn Buttkus reads this poem out of love and respect:

1 comment:

Tess Kincaid said...

Thank you, Glenn...very nice.