these days
gray cloud cover
looms
over Appalachian
mountains
once a homespun quilt
to blanket
my insecurity
shrouds me
now
an angler’s seine
to snare
stray fish;
a black widow’s
cruel artistry
to secure
my foolishness
as to think
that simple
geography
could hold me
like a
lover.
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