Sunday, September 25, 2011

Pineland Bivouac

Pineland Bivouac

Light on the cheekbones

Strong fingers of airy gold

Bright, blazing, baked smell

Of soft, sharp, sunkissed pine straw.

Carpet thick like thatch

Fallen on forest floor.

Dusty, drifted, dry

Burning, bright blanket

Myriad acupuncture needles

Under bare, bruised, battered, butchered feet:

Glorious after the march.

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