William F Dougherty - Paleolithic

[Moodpoems]

In mastodon cold, the lichen clamps on stone
walls and the shins of trees picked to spine,
its branches scrawling a Saxon script.

The blunt lake glints in a guttering light,
shutting itself with a pewter lid,
welded in a grip of Nordic tones:

dull silver, salt gray, vein-blue;
with punitive butts, the wind compacts
the pallid, occlusive waste.

William F Dougherty

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