I'm pleased to bring you another poem in my Ghost Prairie Poem Series
R.F.D.
North Dakota
deep ruts slow my car
bumps up dusty clouds
along a rolling ribbon of road
“out in the middle of nowhere.”
i stop turn down the window
air rushes out as if to cool
the hot July day
a battered mail box
perches precariously
on a splintered post
held in place by rusty
barbed wire …
waits in silence
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