Anniversary#
the city edge, its concrete knife
divides the Earth, creates a cliff
the shifting gears engage to dive,
a morning drive becomes a trek
along the etching mountainside,
the tips of which all signals die;
ascending poles of cable lines,
the crooked rubber vines that test
the forest depth infested heights
with swarming trails of valleyed years
much older than the minutes here,
forgotten since and gone to ground,
to gravel found upon the paths
unravelled round the bend today,
today a day the years return,
it turns around to me again,
repeated now, but far removed
by twisted roads that have no end,
where maps pretend to know the way
through swaying wilds of ancient pine
inclined on slants of slated shelves,
that delve the dark of cratered holes
around reverbing curves that skirt
the skids my spinning makes in dirt;
the thinning miles, the barren miles,
as humans fade, the tree empires
expanding spans of secret green,
and losing me, i find the top,
the spot we used, the place you said
you’d always be, but all remains
decayed, reclaimed, reversed, undone,
embedded in the layered lime.
September 2025
Date |
Publication |
Status |
|---|---|---|
September 14, 2025 |
Princemere Poetry Prize |
Pending |