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Tony Gentry

Blue Ridge Parenthesis: a poem

Updated: May 17

For the first time since corona, Chris and I ventured out for a weekend getaway, staying at an Air BnB cottage on a hillside near Bedford, VA. She surprised me Sunday morning with Father’s Day gifts that included a watercolor set and Gary Snyder’s zen poetry collection Danger on Peaks. Which, over coffee, led to this:


On the ridge a neighbor tests his semi-automatic:

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!


Funny how it’s then you notice quiet a blank sheet seepingly watercolored by a distant rooster’s crowing a mourning dove’s wooden flute reply and far down on the valley floor the trailing hoot of a train.


Silent as a shadow a skink with a brilliant blue tail edges onto the deck:

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!


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