INCENDIARY AFTERVIEW
Small-scarred and how little we are : holding
the trench-shovel, walking the ironweed path.
Looking up to the treetops, one can marvel
at spatiality. After the long plains of Albany,
the rugged land starts scaping up. The
crinkle of geography rises.
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In the making of a world, the iron seeks the
center - hard-core, heaviness, still. I am
entering, somehow, now, New England.
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