Appalachia

A chorale of marigolds hummed Marigolds Marigolds.
Marigolds.
Innuendos grow in clusters
and the clarinets
are so dark at the center.
Watching the end
never come, the limestone’s sedated pores
stretch open
their mouths, the foaming
drone of the ridgeline dripping
from their lips.
To know only sound and to know it unhemmed.