FREDERICKTOWN, OHIO


First church

of my first church,

the tomato

 

in my eye,

I blink to give

you the salt

 

you need. I cry,

because that red

curtain I saw

 

never swung open

& when the sun sets

I see no father

 

reaching down

to cradle

& halt your trade.

 

I trust the trucks

moving through

the grain lines.

 

I know what it means

when they drive

without lights on.

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About Darren C. Demaree


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Darren C. Demaree is the author of six poetry collections, most recently “Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly (2016, 8th House Publishing). He is the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology and Ovenbird Poetry. He is currently living in Columbus, Ohio with his wife and children.
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  3 months ago
This is phenomenal, Darren. Thank you.

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