Adirondacks Ode
Climb high these mountains
And meet cliffs of history
Snug against the moon
Cold lover's warm kiss
Caress each syllable of song
Love makes joy exist
Adirondacks mist
The milk of mothering trees
Melted on morning's joy
Tongue lark the dark lakes
Water births of memory
Ego ice thin here
The nation's blood lens
The red moon night, so pride stakes
Claim to fluid truth
The wind prowls the skin
Stirring leaves of memories
A breast dried of peace
Algonquian trail
Footsteps eat the span of trees
Man is small in grief
The muskets torment
Fusion of mission and right
The north shrikes lament
And beg migrants gone
But wax wing they shun the sun
Bunting snow for life.
Old Mohawk glory
Gone when forest bare shivers
In castles of ice
Steel teeth scrape the rocks
And eat iron from the ore
Of greed, killing trees
Logging the green tongue
Of the sun's wealth of heat
For this new kingdom
Of civilized men
Performing barbaric feats
Distant from the den.
Dusk the Gilded Age
Of rage ... like natives, all past
Diseased to the eye
A new dawn breaks song
And howls of joy claim again
The blessings of rain
Sceptered in the throat
Cities' diamonds of dew
Love of warblers note.
Love is eagle's joy
Climbing high against the breast
Peaking in delight.
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