Arizona 1

7th poem in the collection, Road Noise.

A corral of parched wood
    but no horses
A windmill and water tank
    but no house
An arrow straight road
    but no cars
We were here once
    But did we abandon this land
    For the cities
    Leaving it quiet
    In a beautiful solitude?

© 1996 William Herndon, All Rights Reserved
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