THE TEXAS DUST / *image by Amalie Flynn*

RABBIT TRAILS

in the Texas dust. We’re flat in the dirt

so we can poke around down there with a long stick,
while above us bullets fly and children

hold up their honor roll certificate shields.
You say blankets are the answer,
and backpacks and better officers and armed teachers

and doors that shut like Vegas vaults to keep your money safe,
keep your money safer than my child.

I forgot what we were talking about.

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Carol Everett Adams

Carol Everett Adams writes poems about Disney theme parks, UFO’s, organized religion, and other topics. Her poems have been published in California Quarterly, Crack the Spine, Euphony, FRiGG, Hawaii Pacific Review, The New York Quarterly, The Virginia Normal, and others. She earned her MFA in Writing from the University of Nebraska. You can connect with her at caroleverettadams.com.