Poem: Boulder In the Woods

 

Boulder in the Woods

 

slumped and lopsided,

shabby with lichen,

over a trough of brown water

where larvae jackknife

through rotted flecks.

 

you chronicle, stand sentinel,

the forest has deputized you.

you are not the rubble

that litters sterile planets.

nor a stone delitescent 

in the abyss.

 

death, too, entrusts you:

with disintegrable leaves 

whose windy sprays

foresee dirgeful events.

 

there’s a hint of warm-bloodedness

when morning slips through,

braving a gauntlet of kraken,

to preen your medullar cape.

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