NOTHING IN THE WAY
By Holly A. Villella

Where Stancliff Road leads
to Thunder Valley Stables,
a society of soft-slate, feathered
guinea hens bobbles up the hill;

They pay me no mind, nor do
rain bullets thumping
the wool hood that cloaks
and covers me from wind.

A plump, umber snake
smoothes its length vaguely
like a question mark,
deciding nothing swiftly;

On stretch of distant road,
one can always hear
the rooster crowing.

Art by Galina

Holly A. Villella lives in Erie, Pennsylvania. This is her second appearance in Poetry Depth Quarterly.

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