April Poem #26

I Am So Over Oklahoma

Hills of polystyrene
across the windswept plain
float on muddied water
that doesn’t belong there.
Cowboys walk everywhere
or drive in their trucks
always sucking fuel
burning wood
consuming.

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Published by Matthew

A father, son, husband, and fairly rad dude.

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