Gunshot Conjure
DOWN PAST STILWELL
on gravel roads
that wind through the guts
of Adair County,
into hills, red, yellow,
whatever color
autumn is—trailers
on the hillsides,
or in valley bends,
avocado-green, sky-blue,
whatever color trailers are—
Grandpa drove,
until all I could see
was sycamore and oak
fog-thick in every direction
