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Southern Seas

August 9, 2011

If “all the world’s a stage”,

Appalachia rests in layered swells,

smokey blue backdrops rolling softly,

capped by leaping swordfish clouds

that reach for the sky as cliff head plateaus

while below, Appalachia nestles in foggish foam

that sways from unseen strings above.

Leisurely stories, lives, and loves unfold

before the wall and behind the curtain,

between the peaks and under Heaven.

There have been many shows here;

I feel wind in my sails.


From → Poetry

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