The Wagon

The desert skies were clear,
except for the apostrophe of cloud
that hung over the mountains.  In the village,
a boy took possession of the day
and hauled it in a red wagon,
until he was called home for dinner.
The sun waited all evening
and well into night.

 

red-eyed dog
nose
the world

Keith Polette

The Wagon

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