by Helen Losse
Two young cousins played with dolls
in the back seat of a family sedan.
No need to watch traffic, when you’re
ten. So we didn’t.
Suddenly, tall rows of Kansas corn
went husking past the side windows.
Ear then silk went flying by
like a chorus line, kicking on Broadway.
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Helen Losse is the author of Better With Friends (Rank Stranger Press, 2009) and two chapbooks, Gathering the Broken Pieces and Paper Snowflakes. Her recent poetry publications and acceptances include The Wild Goose Poetry Review, Main Street Rag, Iodine Poetry Review, Blue Fifth Review, Heavy Bear, Referential Magazine, and Hobble Creek Review. She is the Poetry Editor for The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. |
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