Inside

The wheels, the pair, a corner turned,

to be raised above and read like a sign,

one watches north and south, the other east and west.

The fence is old; not gone, however,

the wagon these wheels used to hold up from its axle, the cart that made the scrap pile, the ancient wheels that made the fence talk or sing,

it’s direction and whereabouts,

lead you past the tall grass, and down the road apiece,

to the home, the house, again.

Ralph Peck

Photograph by Ralph Peck

Rogers County Line,

Owasso Oklahoma