You’re Lookin’ at Country
No one knew the flame that would burn from the slight sparkle of her flowing dress and big hair Across the lead-in she boomed like Jack’s beanstalk from a bed of coal She gutshot you, as you sit weighing heartbreak like it hid beneath the longneck’s label She came from a time when stars announced themselves in rhinestone letters on a fretboard Peanuts on the floor, here comes a feeling so big you can’t keep it to yourself 2nd Poetry Showcase for Aaron Wiegert
Fevers of the Mind 