PROGRESS
We finally cleared and buried
the huge Oleander
with the dozer
high in the horse lot
up Greasy Creek,
leaving nothing of the homestead
where there�s always a breeze
at Sulphur Spring
but cast iron scraps
of an old wood stove �
ever since Earl burned
his Mom and Dad�s cabin
to the ground
when he once stored
a sack of squirrel poison
that his good stud found.
I imagine the extra bucket
his mother packed
to the seedling
each time I pass
this empty space �
her little bit of color
amid toxic leaves
that we erased.
for Joe Bruce