.......................Before climbing high enough
.............................to see her............ there is
.....................the limit of trees .....................black
................................shaggy shapes ....................scattered
...over the white dolomite
........................................................they are the oldest
...................................................................................and darkest
............................................growing
............nearly without company
..on the dry
....porous
and alkaline soil ...........they live
......................................................longest where
........................they are most lonely
................................................................and die leaving
...millennial snags........ that bleach
orange-tan ................................ground sharp
..............................and clean by the sand
.
--Avocet, 2007
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
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I'm not sure what you're describing but it sounds like trees. I like the original way in which you spaced your sentences on the page. Interesting and nicely written poem...to be sure. Also, I like the nature aspect of this. More needs to be written about the beauty of nature.
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