fence posts without fencing
utility poles, the wires gone

green pine, blue sky

clear from Terrill’s Ridge
a blue jay shriek


maybe some early settlers
a few hills over, listened,
their naming

Scarce a’ Fat Ridge
not many steps

to either side
of the trail
you’d fall off

or you
couldn’t grow enough
to feed a goat


now it’s
six shotgun shells:

two yellow, two blue,
one green, one red

dropped in the center
of the trail

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