Friday, June 12, 2009

Jeffrey Woodward: NEBRASKA


a bare tree
and then, again,
the Great Plains


opening before you as if set into place checked and double-checked with a master carpenter’s level so nearly exact as to render literal that old saw about mountain and molehill frost over first light unwinding a never-ending scroll of sky a wind to whittle cloud after cloud away if not the stench of pig trough pig pen another village interrupting the prickly monotony of corn stubble another village with a water tower’s polished introduction and then again corn stubble a patchwork of brown of gray


remembering
its roots in the sky—
a bare tree
.
.
by Jeffrey Woodward
Detroit, Michigan
first published in Frogpond 31:2, Spring/Summer 2008

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