Edge
of the Woods
What
is not here is here
every day:
the boulder
huge and peaked
is not after all a house
gray in the shade of the woods,
pines
and hemlocks huddled close
to what is not its foundation.
And the
lower rock, squat,
on second glance is not a shed
hoarding its tools, supplies,
stone
feed for the birds,
stone seed for the lawn,
a whestone
to sharpen
every stone blade.
Farther
down the road,
it¹s hardly a boulder at all
that
is not a deer, bending its neck
to root beneath the snow.
by Martha Carlson-Bradley
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Last
updated:
January 4, 2005
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