Resolve

This patch of ground
all rocks and wildflowers
in those years when grass grew green
on hills untouched by dynamite or dozers,

holds ghosts and dreams
and the sweat of generations.
Here where everything is connected
with an innate respect

we stand toe to toe,
stormy-eyed with distance
that seems impossible to span
until the traffic

from the highway
intrudes into this space
and we remember
that we’ve already lost too much.

 

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