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In the Wake of Returning

The city back home
slides under ice
without me. A time zone away
coffee steams, the strongest brew.
Off the two-lane highway and a gravel drive,
the motel bulb sputters,
I tap out sights from the road:
frigate bird, prairie dogs, wild turkeys
skulking through snow-covered fields.

In the Wake of Returning

The city back home
slides under ice
without me. A time zone away
coffee steams, the strongest brew.
Off the two-lane highway and a gravel drive,
the motel bulb sputters,
I tap out sights from the road:
frigate bird, prairie dogs, wild turkeys
skulking through snow-covered fields.

Nancy Dickeman

Seattle / Richland

 
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