From Limestone Cliffs

A poem.

From Limestone Cliffs

Tribes of white birch arch
toward Canada at twilight
twirling crisp earrings.

Unemployed clouds march
above the flip side hearings
of the sun's golden textures.

Around scorched fire rings
birch peel ancient parchment
where the black text blurs.

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