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— After a seek advice from to the Yaak Valley in Kootenai Nationwide Woodland, Montana, the place the U.S. Woodland Provider has introduced a logging mission known as Black Ram

What’s there to be carried out now, however input
              towards abandonment, grow to be a hole sound

within the halo of labyrinthine inexperienced, grow to be a crossed-
             out phrase at the again of anyone’s hand.

As soon as, all of this was

             all of this. One not-yet-golden western larch
curves through a white pine, a white pine

             curves through a western hemlock, no person right here
is heroic. To go into this is to go into

magnitude, to really feel an ecstatic somethingness,
             a nothingness of your individual identify.

All phrases grow to be incorrect. An entire global exists
             with out us. However who’s us?

Lichen, moss, grizzly scat, moose hoofprint like two
             exclamation issues through the drying frog pond.

How are you aware you’re alive? What proof
             will you permit? Such a lot of myths

are unraveling; a yellow swallowtail glides through over
             the sinless creek mattress. A typhoon

wets the surface and we’re shocked we’ve
             pores and skin. Woods’ rose, white-flowered rhododendron,

not anything this is unfinished. What it gave me? I noticed
             a brand new tree emerge out of a flooring fabricated from historic timber

on best of extra historic timber, on best of extra historic timber,
             on best of extra historic timber, and understood then

that this was once how the Earth was once made.

This poem seems within the October 2023 print version.

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