The Zero Lot Line
by L.B. Sedlacek
This is not a house on wheels like Noah’s
ark, a turtle’s back, or a
plastic bag slung over the shoulder.
It is a wide dirt lot of red mud clay
metal snakes lie curled up in a
it two miles away on a hill with
and spring, drowned in dead brown
though I saw it creeping along
LB Sedlacek's poems have appeared in Circle Magazine, sidereality, Doggerel, Blue Collar Review, and HazMat Review.
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