The 2River View | 24.2 (Winter 2020) |
George Perreault when last i walked among the dead, it felt like archeology, a semi-feral cat the catholics lay across the road, all the caulked and sturdy boats but today the markers rise like hives to dole out salvation’s honey then man’s held up as glory all those stations you might’ve dialed the phrase that was used summing my nephew, his doctor which organs now are compromised, my brother and i’ve watched wives it’s taken years in the scrub lands mullein thrives in broken soil where others flourish in its stead a fistful of blossoms each for a day sealing themselves for decades our nights fill with flowers, George Perreault is the author most recently of Bodark County, a collection of poems in the voices of characters living on the Llano Estacado in West Texas.
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