Nothing much happens here.
At four, cows walk up from the far pasture,
hoping for a treat at the end of a pitchfork.
My neighbor opens her mailbox. She waves to me.
A young cowboy whistles to his dog,
who ignores him.
The town’s banyan tree is slowly dying.
How far away my home seems,
how very far away.
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
Trish Saunders' poems have appeared in Chiron Review, Gargoyle, Book of Matches, The American Journal of Poetry, Main Street Rag, Four Feathers, here in Open Arts Forum, and many other places. She lives in Seattle.
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