Sidney Beck Poet Imagism

Leaving Indian Head

LEAVING   INDIAN    HEAD    
                     

Hot dusty sunny empty street:
Dark interiors of houses and shop 
Where folks hide from the heat;
No hurry, plenty of time to stop.


Past the elevators, lumber yard, 
Dried-out ditches, freight cars, tracks.
Far-stretching  highway hot and hard:
Put pedal  to metal  and relax.

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NOTE

Indian Head is a very small, old-fashioned prairie 
town  45 miles east of Regina, Saskatchewan.

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