Kentucky Dawn
Kentucky Dawn
Autumn’s over.
Wheat cake odors flood the wood
front porch. Andrew Block,
in mackinaw and overalls,
tamps first tobacco of the day
and estimates his morning.
In an open field
beyond McDiver’s Creek
Andrew Block can see his colt,
palomino apricot and snow,
nip grass between
great gallops and the shock of trees.
Donal Mahoney
Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2010
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