On the Third Gavel - Feb. 22, 2021

of sledgehammer on maul

the log splinters and exposes

a story of parallel channels of pathways

reaching in one direction - skyward

tonight the spirit of woodsmoke

will journey well past the

highest green dent

in the heavens

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