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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