Posts tagged Amorak Huey
Two Poems

We exist down a road three miles from nowhere in particular, south of where we were born, north of one gulf, in the midst of others. So much blood in this dirt. So much green in the air: tornado season all year. Imagine a cedar tree taller than wind. Imagine a buffet of oaks:

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poetry, 2016SLMAmorak Huey