by Frank G. Karioris
The smell of trees & nature holds the air steady
juniper, maple, & pine.
Quiet is disrupted by mechanical whirs & hums
of machines digging ground outwards. …
“It is enough to mow prideful rows in the lawn three times a week/ and sincerely wish the mill still belched prosperity./ After all, decay was scraped from skyscraper-teeth by 1950.”
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