Saturday, December 22, 2012

Cynthia Rylant: Traveler

He swore to God he'd get out
by sixteen, seventeen at the latest,
and when twenty hit,
and him still there,
it hit hard,
and from then on he carried
this heavy anchor inside
that said
you ain't going nowhere, son,
so just get your ass
on home.


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