“Every way of knowing is
blessed by bootleggers.”
Robert Bly
Bootleggers know some of the
best things in life
can’t be bought
out in the open.
They know our thirsts
are vagrants,
our hungers
liars and cutthroats.
In the back country,
bootleggers get caught every autumn,
their stills exposed
when leaves drop off the trees,
a yearly rehearsal for our lives –
living in the fall,
our sour mash exposed
to the light.
