[Once migrant, immigrant]
       

Once migrant, immigrant —
we tore those roots
out of the ground,
moved further south —
left Pennsylvania (where the mills
were shutting down, the mines
long gone) for five wild
acres in Kentucky, lush
with fescue, pitched our camp
then built a house
(with our own hands)
dug in, took root,
flowered again —

(though I would always be the one branch —
wind-bent, reaching
reaching back — )

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