For Annie

A friend mentions taking her daughter over to their plot
and I mistake it as the same thing we would have done

in my family, my grandfather and I stopping off at one
of the cemeteries where our people are in the ground. But

for them they’ve planted vegetables in a community garden
and they’re going now to pick some at sundown. Sometimes

I go to my portion of land at sunset to work the ground
for hints of stories working up from those gone. It’s a kind

of sustenance only they can offer. My own plot waits there,
pre-purchased, organized in soil like an undisturbed furrow,

expectant. Unused, yet there is always a plentiful harvest.

Larry D. Thacker’s poetry can be found in over sixty magazines and journals, including Still: The Journal, Poetry South, Mad River Review, The Southern Poetry Anthology, Mojave River Review, Mannequin Haus, Ghost City Review, Jazz Cigarette, and Appalachian Heritage. His books include Mountain Mysteries: The Mystic Traditions of Appalachia, and the poetry books Voice Hunting and Memory Train, as well as the forthcoming Drifting in Awe. Visit his website at:

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