One expects the paint to peel, after half a century


Iron rust-worn gates holding in the childhoods
Time herding memories into corners
Two ruts for a road, packed down and lined with grass
Apples, dusty red, almost ripe
Air standing up so fresh, bitter pine and cottonwoods
Dinner time, shadowless and sweaty with hay dust
Light fading away with yesterday.

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