Cordon
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Driving around a slow curve on Ft. Dix, NJ, I was greeted by lines of long branched pines waving in the wind. Two vultures hovered over their feast, and the sounds of the wind and misty sunlight inspired me to write.
Cordon
1
Wide Pine Corridors
Lined Up Soldiers
Green waving
Arms,
With the wind
Celebrate my
Coming.
Their Bowing Salutes
Returned With Snap.
2
Behind the Roiling
Files,
Soaring Black Wingmen
Peel Off In Spirals
Flaring Upon Flesh
…Warm Carrion.
Lumpy Low Clouds
Mist
Ore the Trumpeter’s
Blare.
3
Lush Green Carpets
Stretching To The
Sun
Lay Down At My
Approach.
Their Shiny Straight Blades
Glow White
Like the Stones
Lining My
Passage.
Copyright © Kevin Lawrence | Year Posted 2018
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