Mississippi Fall

Grey rainbows of dead trees
along the late fall highway,
pale green grass on the way
to the same grave.

Winter grins
as the hands of the delta
reach for leaves
through the ground.

The days fade in a grey way,
like a Robert Johnson photograph.

I drive and wait
for the hellhound
to pick up my scent.

-GD Butler

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