Mountain Rural Silence

Tucked away in the Appalachians between used up coal mines and logging ghosts where people come to live and never leave. The places to be burned down or are boarded up. Three relators have their signs up for storefronts that haven’t seen action in decades. Lobsters don’t swim in tanks at the grocery store. It’s endless beauty salons and two pizza places. Spreading out like ancient fingers from downtown hundred year old houses with or without new siding, trailers, the occasional Victorian sit quietly sheltered by trees and light poles.

Sun beams slice trees

imagination ignites 

my lost synapses 

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Hey all, here is day 12's poem. I was pretty excited since the prompt was a haibun. But for some reason I just wasn't feeling today. Find more awesome poets at NaPoWriMo