a discrepancy in the landscape,
vaguely framed by the impasses
posed along the descent,
revealed now from a new angle,
nearer and still wider
and, in a moment,
only a pale orange
drawn between the trees.
Dully imparting its light
beneath the shadows of evening scud.
A beacon of beaded color
casting itself across
the sinuous teeth of the carved land.
It’s here, waning –
painting the tracts of deadfall.
And there, –
reflected in the frigid incontinence of rockface.
The road levels to woodlands well above.
The likelihood of the light is lessening.
Abducted from the air
loosening from the effluvium.
Hardening in the lungs
of men, quietly castigated in their cabins
whose chimneys burnish our hidden acres
with nebulous smoke.
Men
the shade of an old bruise,
darkening the fringes of
an Eastern Tennessee wound.
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