Oregon Trail Poem by Ryan Van Winkle

Oregon Trail



October, still
the west is open.

Tonight sleep. Tomorrow
wake and still the west.

We'll send colors:
postcards of nothing,

of range and empty pink.
Postcards of more west.

Wake and still October,
the west open. Pink.

Thursday, July 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: october,pink
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