71. To the Stars Through Difficulty: Jo McDougall

Farmers all,
more cursed than kissed by the sun,
their blue skies neither completely theirs
nor blue,
my ancestors stepped from fields
they’d hoped to pave with stars
onto the rim of darkness. I walk the dirt
that rejected and then took them in,
listening for their voices
glimmering on the wings of crows.
— Jo McDougall


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