DPF / Rail

For the highway that edges our small town, from Highway 99: a literary journey through California’s Great Central Valley.

from The Field / by DeWayne Rail

The field is the last refuge of squirrels,
Jackrabbits, and mice. Deserted, left
To its devices, it has taken years
To grow a thick cover of weeds that tangle

And arch over long tunnels.

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