Practical, or, Hope

The sky lifts off to and

from the ends of crop rows—

practically endlessly blue, hope

for mud puddles and trampled cotton harvest.


Amid this stretched land, this ridged land,

these people hope practically

like John Deere mechanics,

to return to the fields,

the horizon’s resting place.

Maggie Rue Hess is a high school English teacher in the Arkansas Delta, and this is her first published poem. Originally from south central Pennsylvania, she’s learning to know and understand how these places differ and why both matter through writing. She can be found on Facebook or reached by email: maggierhess[at]gmail[dot]com.

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