Second Summer in the Appalachians

December 5, 2007
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Thumbing turgid age-rings down
the side of elastic sequoia. Black

pine roots wilting bruise-pools
and forget-me-nots. Here, Eden was ethanol-
polluted by hooked fields of

grain thickening in cold crevices. Cheeks
stung by ancient wasps: lips touched
and sinews tensed. Two eagles’

nests lodged in mountain musculature scabbed
as an ivory crown cracked. Fireflies’

light-bulbs ignited turpentine
tributaries, conflagrating stolid
blues and achy scarlet. Splinters lodged

in then-dewy flesh festered into welts
like thistles intertwined.





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