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poem



by G. Wesley Houp


 

Fall Morning

 


The school bus winds down

Laura Thompson Trail

plucking up the forest children

and trundling them off

to school in town

like a sack of acorns.

Sherry watches her

granddaughter lumber

up the narrow steps

beneath a bedazzled

backpack. I wave.

Sherry waves back,

a cup of coffee in her hand.

Two guineas cross the road.

There is no hurry in the

quiet despair of guineas.

 


 

G. Wesley Houp’s first book, Strung Out Along the Endless Branch, won the inaugural James Baker Hall Book Award, and will be published May 2025 by Accents Publishing. His poems have appeared in many journals, including Black Warrior Review, Chattahoochee Review, Kentucky Poetry Review, and Limestone, among others.

 

 

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