Kentucky
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I've walked through the mist forming in the airat the moment before a rainfall, baptized by the water that carries memories of my new, and soon to be old, home;
I've walked through the mist forming in the airat the moment before a rainfall, baptized by the water that carries memories of my new, and soon to be old, home;
I am from Cadiz,
from the ¨gator pond¨
next to my torn down trailer.
I am from dangerous bike rides,
dodging trees.
From climbing rock cliffs
and pulling off ticks.
It smells like coal
my mother says
"Reminds me of my childhood,"
she says
Reminds her of family reunions
Ashland, KY
formerly a place of gathering
(It is now a ghost-town
living up to its name)
