Posts Tagged ‘D. G. A. F. Poems about Reservations’

D.G.A.F.

With so few roads on the reservation

it’s hard to turn the wrong way.

But when the roads are long and it’s your first time

you wonder anyway.

 

For the next two years

whenever I’d drive by that green sign

I’d always chuckle to myself

and remember that time.

 

I missed the left turn.

I saw the sign but just my luck,

spray painted over it was “D.G.A.F.”

“Don’t Give A” you know what.