Buying A Last Piece Of Land
. . . his passion
tamed by the tumbling years,
an old voice retelling.
- John Haines, "Rain Country"
Lifted from silt of the stream where it tumbles
Over the edge of a ledge, a smooth flat stone
And on its underside where the water has not
Worn it away is etched the essence of fern-stem
And leaves, hard yet still feathery to the touch,
Still green but now with moss; how a fragment of
Leaf gone into soft ground became the root of rock
The water took to make the sound of their shared
Story, and soon mine: a few lines etched in stone,
Rain writing me deeper into leaves, into the story
Going on, but no one to hear an old voice retelling.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2015-07-19 at 20:12
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