Oh hark ye wandering dick.
You've found yourself across the tracks
and you have yet to come undone.
Every step you take leads
you deeper into those
East Texas woods.
Little dilapidated shacks
with rotted wooden frames
housing ancient books
layered in mildew and mites.
The sun peeking through
the leaves above.
What have you found there
deep in the woods?
Let's stay awhile.
Ray Strickland
July 25, 2017