One of us
A friend brought this poem to my attention after I had brought the poet to hers. Reciprocity – it is what we thrive on. THE 3:15 Not from the wrong side of, but right on the tracks, from the storybook land of the Boxcar Children, buttercups, milkweed leaning down long slopes of grass from our yard to rails and ties. Not poor, never poor, not wanting for meat or fruit, for light or heat, but…