Dry Stone Wall
I emptied my lungs laced a
stone snug eying
the pile for the next one
destined by shape
and size rocking back on
my heels in the
gaping maw of the famished
snake uncoiled
gracefully across the
undulating
landscape leisurely savoring
each and
every morsel nestled there
in the leafy
wrack flicking tail lost
at the vanishing
point where the low ridge shoulders
a stole of
smudged trees then took a deep
breath that hitched on
my first word in this new
place these autumn
woods my calloused hands
voice betraying my
sheer surprise awakening in
the sweet
by-and-by to eternal
rhythmic labor
taking a moment to recall
my last
banalities, marvel at the leaves
fired
by the setting sun and
dream of you there
just out of reach behind
this dry stone wall.
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