radio tower

You attended school
in an old hotel
on Lookout Mountain, Georgia

on your worst days
you found a place to walk
through blue forests

over a red rock streams gushing
and past ochre fields, two graves

marked only ‘mother’ and ‘father'
to an old radio tower

overlooking the Tennessee River Valley
where you sat 
in wet grass

to argue with a flower you called God

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