Mcdiver's Creek
McDiver’s Creek
Autumn’s over.
Wheatcake odors flood the wood
front porch. Andrew Stock,
in mackinaw and overalls,
tamps first tobacco of the day
and estimates his morning.
In an open field beyond McDiver’s Creek
a colt, palomino apricot
and snow, nips grass between
great gallops and the shock of trees.
Donal Mahoney
Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2010
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