Poem: Me, the (American) Far Field

*Author’s Note: After Theodore Roethke’s “The Far Field”. First published on Quail Bell Magazine July 4th, 2015. Photograph by Claire LeFew.


In the pit-stop of memory missed by most the family,

Where patchwork of inverted crimson triangles,

Haunt with the stamp, resting place of ‘P’ for Pollack,

Not far away from the would-be charcoal-dump

Among the tangle of Scot-Irish twine, Slavic-sewn, broken border–

I received my American wardrobe.


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