Wednesday - July 29, 2020

5 Poems #3

Growing up in rural Texas meant spending a lot of time bored. In many ways, it was the perfect preparation for a time of global pandemic. There was *literally* nothing to do, and miles in every direction in which to do nothing. I could ride my horse. Hunt rattlesnakes. I remember getting really excited to walk the one mile road to our mailbox every day …

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