Village Voices
by Frances White

    I hear of runaway dreams
    Lost in urban places, spilled
    Over in halls used as personal
    Urinals, a nodding head stills,
    A once promising voice.

    I hear of deferred dreams
    Lost on manicured lawns,
    Spilled over in suburban walls.
    Shouts of "Daddy's home"
    Stills a voice in hidden places.

    I hear of spoken dreams
    Among the rolling hills
    Somewhere out, in barnyard stalls.
    A nodding head bends with
    Pitchfork in tow, watching
    A bus go to schooling
    Places you know.

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