Alva Watches the Previous President Fly Away

by L.S. McKee

Already have a line from this poem written on a sticky pad and placed on the wall above my desk: "Oh, the lost fields of childhood--let them assemble." Beautiful poem, frightening. Thank you, L.S. McKee.

Beautifully written, nice imagery.

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