In the green distance, bank notes
bud from sycamore bough.
Executives trample the meadows
and switchgrass, unable to arrive.
To the west, their fathers re-shingle,
The executives sell their fathers’
farms to purchase a mile of faraway grove.
Dust-storms of pestled debts.
The wind blows insolvent.
The bills silver and shrivel,
drop from the branches as quarters,
then, as pennies, as rust.
Ross White is the author of two chapbooks, How We Came Upon the Colony (Unicorn Press, 2014) and The Polite Society (Unicorn Press, 2017). He teaches creative writing at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Follow him on Twitter: @rosswhite.2