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Two Poems

Two Poems M I K E O ' C O N N O R kerouac creek work tune After three days of summer rain, I'm back splitting cedar in the hills. The horse skid trail is muddy and rain clouds dapple the peaks. But work goes well, the saw and truck run fine; cedar splits into fifty sturdy rails, and by evening --truck loaded, tools packed away-- the moon and stars jingle in the sky like wages. through sword fern, through nettle New spring snow on Mount Townsend, on Buckhorn, on Constance. On my way to work near hamlet Quilcene, a cloud of smoke from a logging show whips over the car. It's Burn Day in the county and that cloud--that wood-smoke smell-- lifts me back to slash-choked hills above the Strait where Finn and I, with canisters of gas & diesel (in a cork-boot dance with fire), drip-torched a hundred clearcut acres. And further back: night burning-- fir and cedar snags (colossal Roman candles) spewed sparks and fire across the heavens-- for the Forest Service, circa 1970, at Bon Jon Pass. * From here on Alan Polson's land above the Big Quil River-- digging with pulaski (axe & mattock http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Two Poems

Manoa , Volume 25 (1) – Jul 10, 2013

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M I K E O ' C O N N O R kerouac creek work tune After three days of summer rain, I'm back splitting cedar in the hills. The horse skid trail is muddy and rain clouds dapple the peaks. But work goes well, the saw and truck run fine; cedar splits into fifty sturdy rails, and by evening --truck loaded, tools packed away-- the moon and stars jingle in the sky like wages. through sword fern, through nettle New spring snow on Mount Townsend, on Buckhorn, on Constance. On my way to work near hamlet Quilcene, a cloud of smoke from a logging show whips over the car. It's Burn Day in the county and that cloud--that wood-smoke smell-- lifts me back to slash-choked hills above the Strait where Finn and I, with canisters of gas & diesel (in a cork-boot dance with fire), drip-torched a hundred clearcut acres. And further back: night burning-- fir and cedar snags (colossal Roman candles) spewed sparks and fire across the heavens-- for the Forest Service, circa 1970, at Bon Jon Pass. * From here on Alan Polson's land above the Big Quil River-- digging with pulaski (axe & mattock

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Published: Jul 10, 2013

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