Blue Tick Mongrel, Pacing the Pittsylvania County Line

This blacktop tells of possum scent
But I lead myself to a red dirt rising,
Where lanky pine trees bend
And whistle in wind.
I stop and sniff, then pace
Again, a dog intent on going somewhere.

I travel with squared haunches
Past tobacco fields all yellow
With a tawny scent and let
The bumblebee buzz me by.
Even in sleep my paws twitch
With the dream of this plateau:
I’m running to the creaking pines,
Orange with dust, padding over silent straw.

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Annie Woodford is originally from Henry County, Virginia. A graduate of Hollins College’s MA program in Creative Writing, she now lives in Roanoke City, Virginia and teaches developmental English at Virginia Western Community College.

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