like an avalanche, reverberating off the
foothills of the great smokys... rain pellets
the ground as if released from sawed-off
shotguns mounted on clouds in the sky...
still under cover churn out the product
distilled from the knowledge of decades,
while the literate drink to fill their bellies
since their minds have become immune
to the constant change of life... customized
chariots transport elixir to all points of
the state but not outside to avoid the feds
who have set up camp at state lines...
distant thunder rolls through the valley
and only the keenest can determine if it
the weather or the roads that are responsible
for all the noise but most know it is highly
unlikely that we have that many storms.
3 July 2022
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