This was my mountain. You call it your valley. Apr 27, 2011
here in a wood N years hence) (100 * x) (last year's leaves flat to dirt and rocks all moss and green lichen) x = ? 1 ? ? 2 ? ? ? 3 ? ? ? ? The pond is a mirror ,laidbeside stone foundation supporting gonewood and potteryshard lyingin and lostbricks. The Wall travels along orchardwas , pathalways(i_wonder?) i_magine men hunched stoneplacing which time topples( beyond their view::and mine)a squirrel here a raindropthere(crack_fall) (like a life) to current longmound wallrocks of. and nobody. )in the mirror i see the house in the night (candletowindow , lantern to barn, andbehind the wall reassuringly square(fornow) A territorial delineation wrought of manual labor, which reminds me of The Mending Wall, and makes me wonder how many years ago really was this place ensnared in a network of stones and later the mountains cut through for the highways + they fell in the shaking, for the people had died who cut these trees, and the trees have survived [inlaid with bits of rusted barbed wire] ;the paths have changed and the woodenhouse rotted (so long has it been since i tread
This was my mountain. You call it your valley.
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