inevitably there came
an interruption
and in a childhood autumn
the appalachians fell
from blue
thundered upon themselves
the way a volcano vents
its frustration
as if to end the heated anger
and begin again
I was a stunted sunflower
unaligned in this situation
hanging horizontal, hoping
to catch what was left
of the setting sun
and october pressed against me
like salted clay
copper melted to forge
those long forgotten rivers
as I finger-sieved foothills
destroyed in the crumble
hands troweled through
a month of midnights
to seed an uneven wind
with birthroot and
backbone
while I pried apart the shadows
nailed to fence-posts
ages buried beneath crabgrass
and sage
I waded deep hours
with no gravity
waited
for winterlong breaths
to purify the air
to baptize me in snowmelt
and regrow my mountains
© lori hamilton
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