Thursday, January 7, 2010


Sentient wood
splintered warp of other hands
took measure of the woven trees
smoothing the plane until
a song from a meadowlark
became a gasp of air

Glass eyes reflect the landscape
out back
where moss covers the rocks
in artistic afterthought
Now its continence
a majestic presence offered for the price
of a labor intensive future
sits alone on top of a hill with a view

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