11/28/2023 0 Comments Poetry By Tim PeelerMike Fritcher CC
Hoe Boy Just Wants to be Left Along The yellow field devolved to long skeins of poison oak, sapling and briar-- Then the green gray inkblot of the mountain beyond, all of it empty-- Except the trespassing Appaloosa Philly and her fat boy lamb chop sideburn rider-- Rabbit scatter, rusted barrels sunk in the moss by the pine bluff-- The last stretch of banjo fencing, barbs gnawed into locust posts-- Hoe Boy comes here to think about God and the impossible way that stories travel through time-- How Wolfe meant the French Broad when he said Get on the boat that sways to the black rhythm-- He prefers the morning light that breaks over the pines above the Henry Fork-- Where time is a hollow seeming, an endless liquid bull tongue plow-- After feed, he listens to the barn’s rippling tin, clinging to bowed rafters-- And worries because the nights are a rotisserie of second guesses nursing regrets-- Wobbly relations, the pinhole hiss of water sprinkling from ruined copper fittings-- Sleepless, he sits on the gray pine bench by the crackling bonfire-- The stars hang like barnacles wedged in the black hull of Heaven-- Tim Peeler is a retired educator from Western North Carolina who has written twenty-one books of poetry, short stories, and regional histories. Most recently he has collaborated with the Appalachian photographer Clayton Young on books that combine verse narratives and rural images.
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