Kandyce King
a Sunflower lined field
a suspender lined back
a checkered blue and white shirt
a bucket and baggy jeans
sweet meat cantaloupes
fuzzy poised peaches
pine green watermelons
a trunk full, every trip home
“Sissy, they’ll keep in the ice box.”
the red havens intoxicating the car ride west…
away from our home home we go
feed me
the anger
grows
grace is lost
love is
hidden
wild minds
can’t be
cracked
wastelands left
hearts
harmed
find the way
back
to me
recover me
adjust the way
and
we will
makes amends
treasure time
it is
short-lived
faith, hope, love
remain
