Other Side of Distance 22
Along the ridges
of the inch long
Appalachian mountains
there are marks of the slips
from the sides of the cliffs
where feet and hands
couldn’t hold on
and their tracks turned into tears
which slipped down cheeks
when those back on the coast
heard about the fall.
And upon acknowledging the slip
the knitters and fabric-savvy set about
making scarves
to hide the places where kisses
once fell
and in the place of those lips
were put paisleys.


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