From Tokinish

byJames Thomas Stevens
The earth with its skin of beasts,
a forested skin of leaf and bark,
                                    the live beast itself becoming skin.

The naked field opening fertile,
                                    and fertile forest woodland.

The jagged tops of trees mending
sky to earth,
the interlocking
                  that for lack of, separates man from sky
                                                              man from man.

Smooth skins that will not bind.

Clay to clay,
the coils of a vessel,
                  require the scoring of a jagged stick.

A twisting trail to secret parts,
most fertile, wild and overgrown. A river flows upward into sky.

From Tokinish by James Thomas Stevens, First Intensity Press
© 1998 James Thomas Stevens
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