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They’re gone.
Today’s smoke is green. I step closer, inhale deeply, and feel my tired mind clear.
Hope propelled the last day’s efforts but now it evaporates. All for nothing.
All for everything that matters.
Today, a bloody sack, a posse of mean men, and a friend who almost drowned but come out alive made it different. Today, I went to catch supper and hooked a mystery.
She don’t talk bout my baby. I don’t neither. If we do someday, I’ll tell her these first days after don’t fit right, like skin too tight and colors gone gray. But nights are worse. Too much time in the dark. Nobody to hear me cry.
“Those things sound awful simple. Helping somebody and wanting to read. They don’t sound special to me.”
We leave today knowing hope walked in their front door and will stay for a spell.
“You capture this community of people beautifully, and their pioneering independence. Your message is raw and powerful. Where did you learn to write like this?”
He said he would have passed it by if it was vultures, but crows is different.
He paid attention. He looked under that tree and thought he saw a starved bear, but it was me.
“Don’t they all look alike?”
“If you don’t know what you looking for.”
They’re brave to play hide-and-seek with the dead.
“Tonight that harvest moon will rise. A watching moon. A blue moon on All Hallows’ Eve to turn midnight into daylight.
