Irish green over the moose rock stratum tamarack-strumming hands protect and bring forth new growth which burgeons over scars left by logging companies rock hounds sea dogs bod salesmen god salesmen cigarette coffins acid rain clouds (those sponges soaked in vinegar) orangemen babies' screams the lightning which rips the pericardium ozone holes these hands and white pine needles know each other - soft and flexible Moss-faced, lichen, resin: a place to rest Now the west wind fingers in moss our flesh transparent to mercy magpie recycles garbage over there we rise your face tickles.
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