Fern fronds and other spores of thought: A tight ropes walk through the vine foragings' of inky, bird footed words and wild hair, to the high alpine lake, up past the glaciers, in monuments of dust, the liberty bell, and the treaty of ver-psych-out. The rumbling gut of American language, writing, and poetry, with love.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Old Wood you New Growth
The life of an arborist;
an induction into the scents of timber.
Residue ruining all clothes you own -
Learning to rake, climb, scale, cut, chip, trim, sharpen, tie, prune,
& move as nimbly as Robin the Hood.
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