The Hollow (31)

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looking for beechdrops’
nondescript stalks

the road down dips up

 

hollow or holler?
just ’round the bend
the stream falls away

 

deepening ravine

trees stretched thin
to reach the sky

 

musclewood

I was that skinny once

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standing beside
its toppled twin

cucumber magnolia

 

beneath the white oak
200-year old charcoal
crumbles from the bank

 

the bright red club’s
rotten handle

jack-in-the-pulpit

 

jack or jill

transitioning to female
from the pulpit

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its rust-reds and purples
in season at last

corrugated pipe

 

shelf fungi
growing at right angles
since the tree fell over

 

with such deep-veined hearts
you’d expect three-winged fruit

wild yam

 

young hepatica leaves

white hair’s in style now
I hear

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another ash I never noticed

lit up by the sun
its death let in

 

for so many years
I saw it as an eye

island in the stream

 

don’t call them Indian graves
these mounds
that once held roots

 

God or microbes
everywhere you look
undiscovered

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that gap between
crowns of adjacent trees
and what goes on underground

 

just one fling
on the way up

fox grape

 

Solomon’s seal

withered leaves curl around
the glossy black drupe

 

crustose lichen on a rock

its complex inner life

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leaning
this way or that

forest-dwelling goldenrod

 

not a mere patch
but a stand

the black cohosh

 

fairy bells
berried
under their leaves

 

naked-flowered tick trefoil

“leaflets three” but only
the name itches

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salamander
under the lifted rock

that frozen moment

 

turtleheads

self-consciously closing
my mouth

 

borer-killed
woodpecker-stripped
white
ashes

 

left behind
the salamander’s tail
goes on wriggling

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spicebush fills
the opening the big birch left

that allspice scent

 

“heteromorphic
self-incompatibility”

partridgeberry’s red pills

 

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sun shining right through
the plastic sign

 

where the road crosses the creek
a crayfish
walking upstream

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This entry is part 15 of 48 in the series The Hollow

 

touch-me-not

the invasive stiltgrass stops
just short of it

 

glasswort
jumpseed
enchanter’s nightshade

a distant rooster

 

that gurgle we dug
this pit to reach as kids

it’s still down there

 

wingstem
at the old dump site

the bumblebee’s long tongue