Just Off The Trail, by Taylor Graham

Just off the Trail

She walks thru a tunnel,

             portal to a different world

where she disappears up hardpan paths.

Woodland textures

Aae speaking to her hands,

bare branches she’s lined up for a fence

camo’d by straw sunburned brown,

lumber once a door now a bed for sleeping,

salvaged cast-offs.

Raveled burlap

            curtains her unroofed home –

as long as this home lasts.

by Taylor Graham