Rain
by Jared Carter
The tractor-trailer’s eighteenth wheel,
in cornering
The broken exit curb, congeals
and makes a thing
Of mud out of the brindled cur
that stood beside
Him all this time. The moment blurs.
He throws the sign--
Will Work for Food--into the ditch
that runs nearby,
And reaches through the rain to bitch
against the sky.
Jared Carter's most recent book of poems, The Land Itself, is from Monongahela Books in West Virginia. He lives in Indiana.
by Jared Carter
The tractor-trailer’s eighteenth wheel,
in cornering
The broken exit curb, congeals
and makes a thing
Of mud out of the brindled cur
that stood beside
Him all this time. The moment blurs.
He throws the sign--
Will Work for Food--into the ditch
that runs nearby,
And reaches through the rain to bitch
against the sky.
Jared Carter's most recent book of poems, The Land Itself, is from Monongahela Books in West Virginia. He lives in Indiana.