I’m meandering in the tree farm.
A man named Bob H. used to sell cars here.
Red flag banners slap loudly in the wind.
USED BUT YOU WOULDN’T KNOW IT
is a sign that could be about cars or people
and it’s in the middle of the lot.
A teenager acts out a bad impression
of a fire extinguisher. There’s nothing
to put out in this town though. It’s a small town,
as they say, which only means one thing:
John Mellencamp has lived here or still does.
And he’ll die here. Everyone dies here.
By Nate Logan
We received this awesome poem from Nate as part of Alexandra Naughton’s Be About It Holidazepoemswap.