Orange Vest
On an old shale logging road
we cross one stream, another,
farther and farther
we cross one stream, another,
farther and farther
stirring our own sap upward,
sluggish, we meander on instinct,
pick up the pace in our woods
sluggish, we meander on instinct,
pick up the pace in our woods
we’ve walked over and over
a hundred acres is what it takes
to lose track of what infiltrates
to lose track of what infiltrates
headlines of papers and posts;
we pass the remnant of a fence
rubble mound of a cairn
we pass the remnant of a fence
rubble mound of a cairn
on a slope of land an echo
away from hunters domain
our dominion ribboned in
our dominion ribboned in
rays that splinter through trees,
we proceed vested as human-
kind to remind we are not prey
we proceed vested as human-
kind to remind we are not prey
~ LCMH