EVERY DAY ABOVE GROUND (Chapter 3)

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EVERY DAY ABOVE GROUND

Chapter 3

May, 1985

MOM

        Through a wine glass, darkly,

snapshot words

start with the sky

scrubbed blue

where flags of the County and of the State snap

into the wind like salmon whipping upstream.

The flag pole ropes slap slap

slap slap

slap slap.

.

.

.

Seagulls above pump slow motion

against the wind

.   .  .  against the wind

the tidal backwater stretches,

surface pocked and ruffled,

toward the hillside ridged in trees,

tops torn bare

.  .  .  .  .  .  against the wind

.

.

Mustard Flowers shiver

in golden ripples up and down upon the hillside,

muted in the fine mist

banged by sunlight from the slate ocean.

.

.

Behind gates gnawed by salt,

oil-pumps graze

unfazed upon the hillside up and down,

black iron hammers pounding down into the dark liquid remains of a forest pressed…

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