Hits me in the face--
fist pounding rock,
black, fading statue,
waving Southern flag,
See,
my ancestors fought at Shiloh,
Chickamauga, Vicksburg. Buried
flesh at Easton, memoried countless
squares.
I know how we got here;
But, I wonder how we leave.
How we exit…….
this grinding, weeping place?
Gayle Ledbetter Newby has worked as a teacher, librarian, and as a social worker. She has been published in decomP, Gravel, the Hiram Poetry Review, Literary Orphans, The Santa Fe Literary Journal and others. Her chapbook "Once Appointed" ( Plan B Press) is due out this fall. Gayle divides her time between Arkansas and Mississippi.
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