Broken Bow – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

I write to you now from a cabin in the Ouachita National Forest. Outside, cold rain falls steadily through the pines, and all my favorite folk tunes flood my mind. I wanted to capture something of the moment. Thank you for your continued support and encouragement.


Broken Bow:

Indescribable relief
came over me when I saw
that the cabin nearest ours
was unoccupied

I've come to disappear,
but my daughter is terrified
of unfamiliar toilets, and
the showerhead won't stop dripping

The porch swing creaks as if
it could give-way any second,
but you know my hand will remain
in yours

and in that split-second we fall,
I'll give a lifetimes
thought to the anger I feel
at the limitations of my vocabulary.

Weโ€™ll land on the pillowy
laughter of our children,
and weโ€™ll be left
red-assed and redder-faced,

neither of us giving a damn
about the deposit

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  1. Oh, my friend, you always bring me right there…immersed in your story…almost able to hear the creaking of the porch swing…it’s like it happens in slow motion..like I’ve said before..only you can accomplish such a gift ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ’™

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