The
poetry of a rock wall on side of a mountain
leaves you
speechless:
Hours
pass
you
sit
astride
this
fieldstone
wall
words
come
slower
now
each
one
tethered
to
lifetime
of
use
misuse
the
poem
more sculpture
than
painting
a
process
a
taking
away
removal
until
all
that
remains
is
bone
white
gleaming
cleansed
by
wind
through
leaves
exposed
to
light
of
day.
obeedúid~
30-31/July/12
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