April is National Poetry Month. My poem for today... Louisiana - TopicsExpress



          

April is National Poetry Month. My poem for today... Louisiana Line The wooden scent of wagons, the sweat of animals—these places keep everything—breath of the cotton gin, black damp floors of the icehouse. Shadows the color of a mirror’s back break across faces. The luck is always bad. This light is brittle, old pale hair kept in a letter. The wheeze of porch swings and lopped gates seeps from new mortar. Wind from an axe that struck wood a hundred years ago lifts the thin flags of the town. -Betty Adcock
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 13:41:45 +0000

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