Joe Howell

Rookie (05-30-1950 / Tennessee)

Last Exhale - Poem by Joe Howell

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

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 10, 2005

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 15, 2010


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