Our Red Dirt Road Poem by John McCornack

Our Red Dirt Road



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

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John McCornack

John McCornack

Yukon, Oklahoma
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