National Poetry Month

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Sparrow Hill Road by Seanan McGuire

Homecomer, hitcher, phantom rider,

White lady wants what’s been denied her.

Gather-grim knows what you fear the most,

But best keep away from the crossroads ghost.

Out on the playground, down by the trees,

Ever-lasters play just as we please,

Midnight beauty offers what you’ll want,

But best keep away from the crossroads haunt.

Those men with the highway in their eyes,

Ladies with their lips all full of lies,

The ones in the shadow of the median line…

You’d best keep away from the crossroads kind.