Some nights I sleep with my dress on. My teeth are small and even. I don't get headaches. Since 1971 or before, I have hunted a bench where I could eat my pimento cheese in peace. If this were Tennessee and across that river, Arkansas, I'd meet you in West Memphis tonight. We could have a big time. Danger,
Appointed Poet Laureate of the State of Arkansas in 2003, Peggy Vining has long been an active in literary organizations, including Ozark Creative Writers, the Poets Roundtable, Arkansas Pen Women, and the Arkansas Songwriters Association.
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All that is left
to rust. On the roof, rain
dwelling in the corrugations.
Some slats vanished
altogether, a blankness
giving way to sky. But the eaves
hold in perfect vertices,
refuse to abandon
their beauty, hard-earned.