Rural Voices Measures of separation These mountains between Stakes set by generations Traveling the same Wilderness between sunsets These colors changing between Red and Blue These white lines drawn To popularity, populace The dwindling frequencies Allowable dissent An old dog kicked Over and over again Finally bites, draws blood Watches the same lines Drawn over dawn or night Voice catering to amplified Isolation values, out here Same ol’ same Discrete insignia, compass or scribe These antiques that know my name...

Rural Voices by Amelia Michelle Nicol
poetry
