I like being able to view the highlights I made in books I read on a Kindle long after I finished the books. These are the highlights I made on Above the Waterfall which I finished reading October 13, 2018. But with a few mouse clicks I can enjoy again, almost instantaneously, the descriptive prose of Ron Rash.
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Honeysuckle vines twine green cords, white flowers attached like Christmas lights.
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On a loud orange trumpet vine flower, a swallowtail’s blue wings open and close in slow applause.
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near cross beams dirt dauber nests, the orange tunnels rising like cathedral pipes.
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Chkkk chkkk. A red-winged blackbird saying away from me keep, away from me keep as he commandeers a cattail masthead, ebony coat blazoned with red epaulets fringed white.
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The sun at my back casts my shadow upstream. It touches the before of what I feel passing, like a memory of something that hasn’t yet happened.
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mown hay field appears, its blond stubble blackened by a flock of starlings. As I pass, the field seems to lift, peek to see what’s under itself, then resettle. A pickup passes from the other direction. The flock lifts again and this time keeps rising, a narrowing swirl as if sucked through a pipe and then an unfurl of rhythm sudden sprung, becoming one entity as it wrinkles, smooths out, drifts down like a snapped bedsheet. Then swerves and shifts, gathers and twists.
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or I’d look up and find the stars tacked to the sky where they always were, only the moon roaming.
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The apple wood sprouts feathers of redyellowgreen, as if the lost parrot has phoenixed among the flames.
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Imprismed.
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Morning’s fawnlight yokes inside dew beads, each hued like a rainbow’s hatchling. But they cling like tears about to fall.