Sun. May 26th, 2024

Cattle graze below the sky,

while dust beats in on heron wings

and phantoms curl from breath to hay.

Misty old remembrances and

back roads crowded with the days

when time flowed by in endless rolls

and never left me asking why. 

 


Emily Karreman is a third-year student with majors in Russian and History and a minor in Spanish. EK1019612@wcupa.edu

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