hundredth time or more and as
I gaze at the wasps that are trying
to figure out how to get past the
screens, my mind does more than
just reflects, it ponders on all the
deeds and misdeeds that brought
me here to the valley of Tennessee
where the farmland flows northeast
and the Smokys provide shade to
all the marijuana plants that thrive
in her rich soils... it ponders all the
make-shift stills that are hidden in
her caves and crevices away from the
eyes of the revenuers who seek them
out for whatever reason... it ponders
the eagles, falcons, and hawks that
fly the currents of her skies without
having to pay tribute to the landlords
down below who are perched on fence
posts and rocks with rifles to hunt them
down for sport... it ponders the influx
of immigrants from Texas who have
journeyed this far to the east coast and
who have decided to stay and live off
the land as share-croppers... it ponders
the end of life that comes to us all and
it matters not what we have accomplished
as within a few years, it is all forgotten.
4 July 2022
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