Under an interrupt-this-broadcast
toward the quiet edge of Fort Worth
Deep in January the land is
the razor burn hidden by the green
But winter is honest.
And beneath the cold and heavy sky
Tattered plastic snagged in vacant trees
dystopian Christmas tinsel with
We’ll remember what we pretended to see.
©2018 by Karen Petree
Karen Petree daylights as an adjunct French and English as a Second Language professor, and moonlights as a writer and visual artist. She lives in Texas with a dog named Reba.