American Gothic · American Literature · Collection · Commentary · Excerpt · Passage · Poetry · Southern Literature

Nate Pritts

Sometimes the sun sets

& things that shouldn’t be
golden are golden. There’s a field.
There’s a lake & a tree & a bird.

Sometimes I am goldenrod crowding a field.
Leaves fall from my branches
but I try to hold on.

—  Nate Pritts, from “Locomotive in Autumn,” Right Now More Than Ever: Poems (H_ NGM_ N BOOK, 2013)

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