Justin Carter

DIRT

 

The rust haloed

the gas tank.

 

Dusty, this town

& all the trucks

 

that pile up

in the junkyard.

 

What's morning

& what does it say

 

about mourning?

How much sun

 

can the sky take

before it gives up?

 

This isn't prayer.

How do you kneel

 

for anything other

than selfishness?

 

Justin Carter's poems appear in The Collagist, cream city review, The Journal, Redivider, & Sonora Review.

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