Toward Home - Poem by Sonny Rainshine
He pointed to the jade horizon
shadowy in the morning mist
and said, “See the hills,
the Kentucky hills, the heartbreaking hills?
“Yes, there are the hills,
the Kentucky hills, the heartbreaking hills.
Is it your heart you speak of? Your heart—
splintered, bruised? ”
“Severed right into.
Half my heart festers over there,
what’s left languishes here.
I can never go back,
though the Kentucky hills, the heartbreaking hills,
beseech me every night.”
We gazed together at the darkening hills
as a snow squall obscured our view.
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