AlfonsoA Poem by L.A.Lục bát.Alfonso
The sun blooms and we’re gone again, me and Alfonso, sail- ing past the beat-up mail boxes outside of Dale County. Corn and soybeans, ready for harvest, make easy prey for passing birds: the stalks more eager to stretch up toward the sky, aching, thirsty only for that which bathes our ride. Hollers erupt from the crows cir- cling the fields, but they’re behind us now. In winter you would find ice kissing the cold drive, pavement sealed in the throes of bent adoration, frost meant to snare the road till spring. But where snowfall threatens to tear the world into submission, old Alfonso and I hold it cap- tive, flying along at the speed of sound, flattening the wind beneath his wheels. © 2017 L.A. |
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1 Review Added on June 18, 2017 Last Updated on June 18, 2017 Tags: alfonso, car, oldsmobile alero, love, country AuthorL.A.ILAboutHopefully a better person than I used to be. I don't write nearly as often as I should, but I'll try to post when I can. UPDATE: A lot of this writing is now outdated. Proceed at your own risk.. more..Writing
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