Mom Recalls How Dad Used to Walk for Miles

In those wild woods, poison sumac
would distance one from active tracks–
jagged moan, trembling steel, cerulean sky
waiting for your call: an endless horizon,
a warbler singing quietly
into night.


(originally published in Every Writer, Spring 2017)

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