New Roads
Trimmed by tractor, not by sheep, the pastures now are lawns.
All trace and smells have blown away except for tufts of wool
on felted fences from years of itchy ewes.
Coyotes still howl their threats at night, but stay away.
Its that day sounds we fear now. . .the trucks, the roads, the people,
filling up the land.
Natalie Olsen, a freelance writer and weaver, has lived on a small piece of rural land in Redmond for the past fifteen years, watching the city slowly creep in.
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