Saturday, November 3, 2012

State Highway 31

The Sally Mann landscape, sepia-skies
and chemical burns, sunlight overexposed
over a nameless creek, the thunderstorm ravaged
and passed on, left filthy rags overhead, a soft horizon,
dark vignetting, seeping shadows around the edges,
the highway bisects tattered fields, dry and forsaken,
a lone pine toppled over in the middle, dying,
an out-of-focus crossroads town, frowning faces
outside a gas station, overalls and greasy hands,
two shirtless boys precarious on one bicycle,
girls in dirty dresses, jumping rope, braids bouncing,
all is lost in Gaussian blur, passing through

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