It’s I chose
t’walk the county line
with
bundles of fruit
I’d had washed in
the cold slip of water
on private property
where these
children of earth
kissed her

had two cups black
yolk of consciousness

might be that a lawman
chafes with trespass,
warrants some fine

Yea
I don’t necessarily care

August 4, 2024

About the writer

Noah Walters is originally from Marion, Illinois. He is pursuing degrees in economics and accounting and is the 2023-2024 recipient of the Evans Harrington Creative Writing Award for Poetry at the University of Mississippi.