Under the Farm by David C. Kopaska-Merkel Brody left Lubbock under a cloud, (when the weeds tumble through the living room, it is time to go.) stars gleamed in the sky clear up to the empty reaches of infinity. Sharon glared at him from the yellowed plastic of the dashboard. she mouthed Lady Macbeth's speeches from the play her students would perform the next month. windmills brooded from the ridges that march above the highway, monitoring his progress into darkness. every stunted conifer shuddered in a spousal wind. windmills leaned implacably from their posts, their shining blades grooving the brittle asphalt. Brody leaned on the pedal; Sharon glowered from the sky; the giant silver fans whispered their ponderous warning: the highway drove on ahead.
Copyright © David C. Kopaska-Merkel 2004 Photo Copyright © Eric Marin 2004 About the Author: David C. Kopaska-Merkel recently immigrated from a parallel universe that differs from this one only in the color of one doorknob in Austin. His experiences as a stranger in this land afford many opportunities for creating genre poetry. Mr. Kopaska-Merkel lives in Tuscaloosa, Alabama with a motley collection of humans and others. He has been in Texas several times and currently has four relatives living there. Lone Star Stories * Speculative Fiction and Poetry with a Texas Twist * Copyright © 2003-2004
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