By Lorraine Jeffery Sand blasted alkali survivors, hardy pioneers of brick-hard soil. Twisted roots seeking hope in rock cracks. Now Trash trees, despised casualties of ease and water.
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On My Return to Utah: Poetry
By Lorraine Jeffery The women, a small band of three, welcome me. Talk of children and responsibilities. “Is there anything we can do to help?” I shake my head and see relief. “Are you staying?” Eyes speak approval of the stable husband, who is coming still. The weathered corral gate swings open. “Are …