We discovered it by accident,
a log of cedar hidden under moss
and fungi glowing in the crevices
blue as billy smoke, bright orange collars.
Its hulk lay in the forest, glistening darkly;
axe of sun had struck a wedge of light
around its base; the woodchoppers apparently
left it there a century ago to haul
into the sun's periphery --
between the living trees the yellow bright …
Thursday, July 8, 2010
cônes de cèdre bleu / cedar cones
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