Into the Crevices

Rolling around Sauratown Mountains

on chestnut oak acorns.

Laurel leaves reach out to catch us.

Hemlock tea to guard against it.

But the acorns are falling all around us.

They’re bitter, and they shake

 

the ground as they make impact.

Any minute now we will be next,

hit, slipped, dragged down into the

 

crevices where the waters flow and

the woods fold into themselves.

Then that’ll be it – no more trips to the

 

Danbury Dollar General store for you.

No more haggling with the cashier

about the end of all currency for you.

 

You’ll be underneath with the lichens,

the Moravians and the mycologists of yore,

munching on the astringent

 

current of water and acorns all around.

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