Woody Guthrie Memorial Highway

sign just beyond the intersection
of Faulkner and the railroad
track has me singing
so long, thinking dust bowl.

It's dry. A cache of fuel
the size of Rhode Island and wind
enough to drive it to the end
of vision. No wonder the cows
don't move. They've seen nothing
like it their whole lives and know
there's nowhere to go.

Just stand
in wind,
whole offering.
© Steven Schroeder

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