Sound is out of the east. And even first thing in the morning, the machines at the quarry sound tired. They bellow. They groan. They keen.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Sound is out of the east. And even first thing in the morning, the machines at the quarry sound tired. They bellow. They groan. They keen.
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COMING BACK
He is back. Holidays are of little use now.
He wakes up only for his tea these days.
Walks out to the porch and he hears
the groaning of the wind, the keening
of wheels, the bellowing of dead places.
—Albert B. Casuga