From Coffee and Astronomy and other Poems. Morpo Press, 2001.
Along Highway 12, you see the sign:
“Burton” with a nine under it,
then a slick Lutheran church on the left;
Assembly of God to your right;
you got one house, roof splintered in,
paint about gone off it; maybe
that was a trailer home past them pines;
and that’s about it. That’s the town. More God
than people, I suppose. A car
passes, driver raises a finger,
different finger than Omaha drivers, as
it ain’t obscenity, you got time to appreciate it
as you ain’t gonna see another car
Poem copyright Matt Mason, used here with permission.