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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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the cousin who once
impersonated a bear

tall tree tales

 

just there
a barred owl used to blink
at the rare car

 

dim hemlocked light

recalling my childish fear
at a bobcat’s hiss

 

hemlock refuge
threatened by needle eaters

I avoid looking up

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elderly beech

bark gathered in folds as if
it doesn’t fit right

 

zigzag scar
in a hemlock trunk

its sealed lips

 

graceful
the arc of a tree’s
mid-life crisis

 

the vanishing distance
between their two positions

oakhemlock

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25 years
since the snow that brought it down
measured in moss

 

after the chainsaw
the silence
big as ever

 

windthrow
ice storm
blizzard

where are the canopy gaps of yesteryear

 

one small bird
to salvage all those logs

winter wren song

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after failing
this year to blossom

Clintonia leaves

 

seedhead

the two sterile florets’
showy bracts

 

the mountain road’s
one straight stretch

turning to look back

 

headwater stream
a dark and slender
mink’s road

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sandstone shelf

all the volumes I ever
wanted to read

 

road-bank hemlock

the orifice at its base
stuffed with stone

 

rockface

the separate neighborhoods
of moss and lichen

 

crumbling bedrock

since it was last sand
the sea too has moved

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among straight ascenders
an ancient grapevine’s
grave accent

 

the last white asters

the woods are darkest
just before the fall

 

weak sunlight

witch hazel beginning
to extrude its rays

 

so green you’d think
it’s still spring

Christmas fern

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fallen cucumbertree

the white undersides
of its leaves

 

roots lost their grip
on the saturated slope

seed pods still clenched

 

leaf duff undotted
by any black cherries

rained out

 

that mob of red trilliums
melted away

foam in the stream

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standing
among the fallen

tuliptrees

 

“common though not abundant”
Liriodendron
tulipifera

 

massive trunks

the mechanics of rising sap
still a mystery

 

riffle-patterned bark

enough stillness
for algae

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wood nettles

that angry guy who hacked at them
with his hatchet

 

becoming the place
of my fisher sighting

foamflower patch

 

the long moment
after it vanished
fishing for its name

 

wilder hills
and deeper hollows

the fisher’s undulating gait