with a shotgun across his lap...
he has taken a notion that strangers
are coming up the holler...
down the road a little farther, a man sits
with a hoe on his lap wishing it was
real since his wife passed two year ago...
down the road even a little further,
sits a man with a bible in his lap
wishing his congregation of two
would show up to church...
we live in troubled times, everyone
says who seems to know a thing or two,
yet the trouble never never seems to
stop or visit another valley where
life is the way it's always been...
days to nights and nights to days
weeks to months and months to years
and in the passing of a decade we
rejoice that we are moving closer
and closer to death... and the end to
all the grief that we have encounterd.
17 October 2022
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