Singing We Did On Our Way

 

Into Nebraska’s thatches of grass:
jade, olive, and lime.

Denver blurred. Beer and candy bars.
There was nothing we wanted much.

We made love at truck stops.
The semis interrupted like meddling relatives.

That was it for family
and I prayed for you to offer me a home.

In Utah, we tossed wedding rice
across the open sky.

Amie Keddy’s work has appeared in Can We Have Our Ball Back?, DMQ Review, Breakwater, Forklift, and Ohio. She is a graduate of Bennington College’s Writing Seminars Program and teaches English literature and studio art at the Bement School. She lives in Montague, Massachusetts.

 
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