Sam Whited: Joanna
Sipping my tea, I think back and remember Joanna:
Quietness isn't the same for me now.
You came to America, wondering what you'd find:
Atlanta in a forest of broken dreams,
A people in turmoil, and no one seems to know why.
Communities falter before they've begun.
A lawnmower hums and I wake from my reverie.
I'd forgotten, about your America.
Driving to the North, far away from the city.
You looked for meaning in every farm passing by.
I bought you peanuts and gave you a tour of the mountains.
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