No Place Like Texola

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Poetry by Ryan Clark. Abandonment, sense of place, ghost towns, & those who stay behind.

No Place Like Texola

     for Texola, Oklahoma (population 40)

There’s no other place
like this place
anywhere near this place
so this must be the place.
1


Texola winged it over and into the letters of the Texas-Oklahoma border,
a supply of room to the two states as forms, a wing each sign could retain.

Is the town a sidewalk or a curb,
and which survives the ruined root of US 66.

A crack is a line forging its emptiness in a surface stayed too long unneeded,
as a building will let its surface stay too long among weedlawn,
among ancient highways touching a route.

This is a way to call home historic,
to shut the eyes I-40 removed as bypass.

Time makes us ghost towns, though the road housed us as it could,
shone us as a jewel of bar dust full of wood and metal light.

Bypass the cemetery still only half-full,
& the forty who stay
to add their lines inside the fence mounting the hill
outside the wreath of fairly located bricks
and cars itching the grass.

A passing is a labor with engine.

1 Message written on the side of the last remaining bar in Texola, which had at one point been known informally as “Beerola” for the town’s once-large number of bars, being just over the state line from a dry county in Texas.

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Ryan Clark is a documentary poet who writes his poems using a unique method of homophonic translation. He is the author of Arizona SB 1070: An Act (Downstate Legacies) and How I Pitched the First Curve (Lit Fest Press), as well as the chapbook Suppose / a Presence (Action, Spectacle). His poetry has appeared in such journals as Diagram, Copper Nickel, Cherry Tree, and The Offing. A native of Old Greer County, Texas, he now lives in North Carolina with his partner and cats.


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