People ask me where I live,
I say, “where the wind sings
a quarter-moon howl.”
They pretend to know –
nod in silent agreement

People ask me where I work,
I say, “where the sun sleeps
behind a silver-skinned blur.”
They are reassured –
carry on with their day

People ask me where I love,
I say, “where the earth breathes
sweet within steady lungs.”
They act surprised –
bury the other questions

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TUCKER RIGGLEMAN is a musician and poet in love with the woods and water of his home, West Virginia. His work has been featured in Sky Island Journal, the Travelin' Appalachians Revue zines, Hello America, The Good News Paper, Fluent Magazine, and his self-published poetry collection, Japanese Maple.

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