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Alabama
KENWARD BLMSLIE
KENWARD ELMSLIE
ALABAMA
On the blackboard there comes the couple
Trudging along rusty railroad tracks in sneakers
On their way to the annual money crop square dance.
To the left, technicolor weather-red sky, white fields.
Summer is a rumor. Where are the seasons? Who knows?
Suddenly whiskies explode on the shelves of the drygoods store.
Careening cars, scteams and violence, the Saturday violence
formula.
To the right, state troopers feign sleep. It is night in Alabama.
To think, ancestors of this very same vanished couple
Planted real trees, now permanent as driftwood (or bones) in
a desert.