Clouds settle heavy on my chest
guess I'm unused to this thin air
placing me closer to heaven
I don't know what to make of all this
perfection the proximity makes me feel
small and ugly like unripe crop;
firm corn in the mouths of fools
this place can see right through me
eKY Flood Relief Annotation 9/1/22
I once watched some boys fishing off the side of this bridge. I shouted out my hope that they catch a Big One and they grinned back at me through their matching sunburns.
Another time, I was on my way home after a sticky day in Appalshop and the skies grayed and rumbled. I had taken an unusual route that day, a small adventure that took a dramatic turn as the wind picked up and blew dust like arrows against my calves and face. A microburst, I would learn later as I trudged home, fully soaked, my sandals just puddles strapped to my feet.
The news cycle churns on, but there are whole communities like Whitesburg in eastern Kentucky that are still picking up after the devastation of record-breaking flooding. Support good memory-making for young summertime bridgefishers https://tinyurl.com/ekyhollers
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