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Rachel Ayers lives in Alaska, where she writes cabaret shows, daydreams, and looks at mountains a lot. She has a degree in Library and Information Science, which comes in handy at odd hours, and she  [+]

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Dad and I drive west

three hours every Sunday

to Coldwater:


A barely-there town in the miles between

Medicine Lodge and Meade,

remnants on the Kansas plains.


Dad teaches Sunday school

and I chat with the youngest

church member,


a 78-year-old

farm wife.


Dad's sermons are all stories.

We pray for the kids

and the ill

and for rain.


"We're so blessed to have you here,"

they tell me.


They tell me honestly,

though my only specialty

is my less than thirty years.


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Tony Martello · ago
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James Ayers · ago
I like this poem. I can even see myself in it ...
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Sarah Ritchie-crowther · ago
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Janet Coryell · ago
So evocative.
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Sarah Buessing · ago
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Micaela Ayers · ago
Coldwater -the name must have meant something on those hot Kansas prairies.
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David Coryell · ago
It is strange how difficult days seem easy in retrospect.