Vermont

Lyn Lifshin

bones where the
chicken house

fell I drift
with the feathers

to when the hill
was only pines

this all was
sea then black

haired women
cleaning fish

so old they
had no eyes If

I press my skin
to the grass

I can hear birds
that were wild

in those leaves
when there was

ice melting
in the branches

 

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