along
the road,
clapboard affairs
painted pink
or blue,
squared onto dirt fields
where
corn used to grow.
wire fences
contain
the livestock.
chickens and goats.
a sickly horse
roams the far edge of a hill.
there's smoke
coming out of one chimney
and there's
a child
staring out the upper window.
a woman
is hanging wet
clothes on a line,
there's an old man
on a tire swing smoking
a pipe.
they turn their heads
as you roll
slowly by.
you feel that
they want you to stop,
or maybe
that they want
you to keep going
and to not look back.
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