We hear at the bluegrass
festival the whining of a culture,
slowly shifting into the hills.
In their songs, we hear
the rumbling truck bouncing
on back roads.
We hear the coffee can full
of worms for fishing.
We hear the sickness of Addie,
the family building her grave.
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