Behind the Logging Truck

Had this moment today on the way to work.

Behind the Logging Truck

Stacked high, raw cuts with
broken cowlicks and
slants of saws
the load looks top heavy
but holds past the curve
to the top, past the fields,
now down the hill.
In the morning light
gently now
trees move over it,
a last blessing.
Farewell,
we will miss you friends.
Farewell.

update: adding this photo from the annals of 2000 taken somewhere up above East Nassau.

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One Response to Behind the Logging Truck

  1. betty frezon says:

    I love this. You are special. d

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