by Rodney Nelson
the crab tree in an untended yard
held out a weight of ready apples
for what hand or tooth or beak might want
to take
and for nothing if none did
around that crab tree now in the snow
the whole crop fades into entropy
where none has been to want and take it
as if
the end were come already
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Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Sunday, January 3, 2016
North Kaibab
by Rodney Nelson
the mountain in recline had old woods
on it and under the tanglement
of fir and spruce hung a green so thick
it wanted kneading and modeling
the needles’ odor might have been gum
for the tongue and the quiet had room
to make the chuffing of an elk seem
right here at a rock one mile away
the mountain in recline had old woods
on it and under the tanglement
of fir and spruce hung a green so thick
it wanted kneading and modeling
the needles’ odor might have been gum
for the tongue and the quiet had room
to make the chuffing of an elk seem
right here at a rock one mile away
