Poem From a Coal Town
And the land looked bleak
after the leaves had fallen
after the birds had gone.
But I was left with Winter hoarseness
and the memory of you
walking toward me,
your jacket the only point
across a cracked expanse of snow.
Copyright © Sam Mayhue | Year Posted 2011
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