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How to Get There from Here
Follow the tumbleweeds
down washboard roads.
Elbow through bunch grass
and head for the tulees
where fields lie broken open.
Men and women tough
as strung barbed wire.
Children tired of playing.
Only tarpaper forgives mistakes.
No birds left. Miles of silos
emptied even after DDT
fractured every speckled shell.
Allen Braden
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