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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