Poem of the Week, by Reid Bush

2 thoughts on “Poem of the Week, by Reid Bush”

  1. Having driven through myriad small towns across America, I love that phrase, “just a blacktop minute.” What a perfect description.

    Also, this reminds me so much of my father, and how he’s always trying to tell people (including me) something deep and meaningful about his small town Ohio childhood, often involving his father and buildings that are no longer standing. Sadly, here in this biggish city we just never care enough.


  2. That’s the thing of it, isn’t it, Oreo. No one else can ever care enough, no matter how much they might love us, no matter how much we want them to care as much as us. After a while it turns into a thing you keep inside yourself, because only you can match your own caring. xo


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