Locked Car Poem by John McCornack

Locked Car



At the end of our Red Dirt Road,
the only time we ever locked our car
was during the months of July and August,
because we didn't want too many neighbors
filling it with okra and vine-ripened tomatoes

Monday, June 18, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: august,car,july,red
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John McCornack

John McCornack

Yukon, Oklahoma
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