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Driving By, I See Different Flesh in the Field
Robert Okaji

Sometimes there are chickens.
Occasionally a pig.
One time, a solitary baseball.
And goats, of course.
Horses in the distance.
A few dogs.
But no people.
Never. Not
once.

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Robert Okaji holds a BA in history, served without distinction in the U.S. Navy, toiled as a university administrator, and no longer owns a bookstore. His honors include the 2022 Slipstream Press Annual Chapbook Prize, the 2021 riverSedge Poetry Prize, the 2021 Etchings Press Poetry Chapbook Prize, and 1968 Bar-K Goat-Catching Championship. He lives in Indiana with his wife, stepson, and cat, and his poetry has appeared in Threepenny Review, Crannóg, Vox Populi, Evergreen Review, North Dakota Quarterly, Tipton Poetry Journal, The Night Heron Barks, Indianapolis Review, and other venues.

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