Jacksboro, Tennessee

I left the 8th section of the poem in Jacksboro, TN on my way to Bowling Green, OH to visit my dear friend Liz. I stopped at Thunder Mountain Fireworks to pick up sparklers for an upcoming party. I've always admired the green dragon that looks out across I-75, but have never stopped until now. It is, my friends, a stop worth making.

You air that serves me with breath to speak!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them
shape!