| up a dirt road you're up a dirt road porch lights are out in houses unfamiliar as the back of the hand fresh-mowed hay in the endless rolling fields baler's in pieces at the Copeland place summer rain ain't any more or less lonely just 'cause it's summer forget what the song says here's a dairy the mephitic ammonia reek of cowshit fills the mouth, coats the dentalwork the asparagus is gone to seed and the second skin of country dirt and you know if you don't shift your direction soon you may end up where you're headin'. |
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| "up a dirt road" originally appeared in children, churches and daddies (the unreligious, non-family-oriented literary and art magazine), vol 140, and in Lessons in Hay, the chapbook for which this website is named. |
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