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Pine Barrens


Water, like rock, moves slowly

below the ground, time

comes to drink from this well

while dwarf trees wait for fire

& the rain steeps a bitter tea


Sand swells where a melting ice age

made a memory of a beach,

a highway flows over it now

carrying us to graveyards

built with far less care


A consciousness of salt grass

blindly raised by wind & waves

convenes above the highest tide,

living on the blade of dying,

in a home beyond all certainty.



[Originally published in NHS 1997, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs97/index.html#33.]