The Dirt is Red Here

Was just leafing through this book and wanted to share the poem by Stephen Meadows that the title came from:

 

Grass Valley

 

The dirt is red here

stone speckles the ground

a light snow has fallen

in the night

the room smells of matches

her husband is dying

she splits up the wood

in her bathrobe

morning by morning

releasing the days

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