God's CountryA Poem by CorsetAn Orphaned girl sits cross-legged on a pew and learns to live her life on the generosity of others in God's country where there are as many churches as Redbuds, as unresolved attachments as many as power lines resembling the Cross on a stretch of dry and dying land. get you an Italian buffet and wrap it around your neck whisper in darkness where darkness no longer lingers crack you open inside my head dream of a grassy hillside swelling on the horizon but to create such a willful change from dying brown to rolling green in three days well, that's a miracle and something to witness all it took was a simple prayer for rain. to live again in the land of misfits and old wagon wheels is the most beautiful place in the world. Thankful for the slightly weird and their struggle in extremes all badges of courage and fortitude for they make the world honest and clean who could trust a replica I thought I'd speak of funerals I thought I would tell you that I really thought that front door would save you but it didn't, walking out of it did. © 2022 CorsetReviews
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