About History

 

One day, mid winter, I walk on a thawed road. The packed earth wet in the sun, frozen deer tracks, long shadows of man and dog. Surrounding me all the hurdy-gurdy of the unconscious, projections of smiles, old politics, frayed understandings, ice water underfoot. In a winter melt, I meet my ghost in a birch grove. A boyhood light surrounds the trophies of mid life. Barns, houses, fence posts…

 

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