by Maureen Kingston
Frozen
Easter
eggs
weren’t
bad
enough.
Now
the rain
won’t
quit.
Roving
gangs
of corn
stalks
hold
up the
bridge,
graffiti
the barn’s
west wall,
needle
stick
the yard.
For
Chrissake,
will
some-
body
please
jiggle
the
handle?
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Maureen Kingston lives and works in eastern Nebraska. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Bicycle Review, Hobble Creek Review, Muddy River Poetry Review, Pirene’s Fountain, Red River Review, and Third Wednesday. |
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