Delaware County Line

Jack DeVoss

Back and forth
the blades go
as they wipe away
the rain.

Back and forth
they go,
again,
and again,
and again.

But the rain
keeps falling

and you
keep crying

and we still
have thirty miles
left to drive.

Published by Jack DeVoss

Inprisoned in Madagascar for a crime he did not commit, Solo learned how to write poems from his cellmate, an old blind man. Paroled, he traveled to a monastery in the mountains of Myanmar where he studied t...  View profile

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