a poem: because i’m thinking about how i’d like to paint tazewell

December 14, 2010 a poem: because i’m thinking about how i’d like to paint tazewell

[ from a. addair who is listening to Roger Whittaker (Christmas Collection) ]

Tazewell, Virginia

 

 

sunset happens hours before its due

the other side of the mountain basks

while the valley cools

my aunt sits on her rotting porch

freshly painted semi-gloss white

in a too-late attempt to save it

she lights up a joint and nods

to the blue ridge

and exhales red clay and coal dust

 

 

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