James Maher

Bare roads branch out from here
mostly southward toward Dakota,
all the rusting cars fell months ago.

You can rescue nothing from the earth.
Desperate hands break the surface
but you never reach them in time.
Your potatoes stay buried
marked by broken spades.

In your good dreams
you work the muscled earth of Kansas
and vegetables roll in your arms.


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