Last Exhale Poem by Joe Howell
Last Exhale
Brown grass, erasing into green
Blacktop highway, rolling two lanes
and standing beside it, for every sinner to see
a wooden cross, standing three foot three
No words are written, no name to tell
who's marrow this is
nor the time of his last exhale
Sunday, July 10, 2005
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