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a Rural Story
Down in the Dirt (v126) (the Nov./Dec. 2014 Issue)




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Moonbows, Crucifixions and Incarceration

Ralph Monday

After weeks of separation the romantic resurrection
was planned. A weekend growing close like rusted
wrecks in a junkyard.

         A special place, magical as Cinderella’s castle.
         In Kentucky at Cumberland Falls, one of
         only three places in the world where moonbeams


chase away ogres. In the dark, huddled close, spray from
the falls clinging to our skin—fire ants on a dung beetle,
we waited for the reflected moon to become our sin eater.

         There below us at the edge of the water, she stood
         snapping mementos. My husband an avid photographer
         joined her in camera conversation.


My aperture was closed to their clicking lenses, my irises
peered backwards through years of mud. Only lead at the
end of the moonbow.

         Alone in the motel room I got drunk and watched
         on the History channel two hours of impaled
         crucifixions, an hour of prison incarceration.


I left the lingerie in its bag. In the morning, at breakfast
cute little squirrels frolicked on an immaculate lawn,
until a hawk took one in bloodied claws.



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