Journal of Writing & Environment

at the west point of the horizon, a white shed

at the red point of an arrow, a shattered wing


inside the sturdy barn, new hay and old horses

inside the tiny house, a slack and swinging bulb


behind the ruined silo, a busted country song

behind the scribbled recipes, a history of butter


beside the crib, a yellow padded rocking chair

beside the picket fence, a crooked For Sale sign


on the door frame, pencil mark prophecies

on a far hillside, a host of sparrows rising