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After Four Years in North Carolina

By April 4, 2019No Comments

by Alexandra Palmer

Especially on Sunday afternoons, it’s nice to touch
the Catawba river with your mothy hands to get a gist of the size of
moss beds and Blue Ridge snow. Go
ahead, get a grip on it, vaquero.
                                                        Roll, Jordan, roll
it into alarming handfuls. Feel the wet tussle willy-nilly under your fingernails.
As you will notice, the fish no longer live
downstream. They have waded unbidden
into the confluence to dip their fins into oblivion.