Today's poem is by Paul Hunter

Where Another Lets Go

Worn out the old animal barn with
its rotten hip joints its swayback spine
that like a draft horse in retirement
slept on its feet its whole life

then one night settled sagged down
kneeling into its footprint
into these lush berry vines
that soon enough soared overhead

where volunteer firemen once torched
barns for practice nowadays weathered wood
so prized its pegs and nails get pulled
planks and beams gently stacked

into steel shipping containers
bound for Singapore Bangalore where
someone throwing up a cowboy bar
craves a feel that is roughly authentic

Copyright © 2017 Paul Hunter All rights reserved
from the Southern Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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