Lobelia cardinalis.
by Karissa Knox Sorrell

Late afternoon. Five miles around and up Gregory’s Bald in mid-October drizzle. The mud squishes under our shoes, earthworms squirming, acorns and animal pellets drowning. I crouch to fix an untied boot; when I stand up, you are gone. I’m alone with just the whisper of rain touching leaves.
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