Monday, April 09, 2018

Day 9: tooth, tree, went, ichor, cork, trample

What they called a tree stood alone among the sage and rabbit bush
Saddled between two cliff faces, like a single, jagged tooth in a
Derelict's smile. A pair of ravens went too and fro between the cliff
Tops and the rounded, cloudy top of the cedar. Below, the local 
Heard of cows would trample the sage and rabbit bush, blooming
Amber yellow against the cork-white soil.  Where the cows have licked
The peeling bark for its salt, a fetid ichor flows dark red, down the

What they called a 
Tree, scale leaves 
Tipped with immature
 Cones puffed green against
The sky

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