The moon embraces the dead leaves.
Silver and brown,
like all things
in the desert.
Sagebrush, beer cans, and cows.
I know this place,
like a life-long lover.
And yet, I still marvel
at the constant echo of trucks
rumbling by on the highway.
A lonely ghost town
with not enough ghosts.
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So I Don't Unravel: Poetry
PoesíaJennifer White's poetry focuses on her own experiences as a wife and mother in rural Idaho. She broaches the topics of relationships, death, and her reflections on life.
