Homesteading
When light first strikes
a consoling pink
on the red rock tips
of the ridge that is
my brother's backyard,
you can hear
the tires sing out
on Colorado 115 --
And know solitude
without loneliness.
Know respite in beauty.
Know solace –
in five acres never
finished.
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Martha T. Terrell
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