Poem, Breath, Ink
Breathing Gain
December 17, 2024
been winding spruce gum with wintergreen
until the backs of my hands know no servitude
sheen of oil raising long flavored mysteries
in printing, imprinting on inked woodcut grips
until I taste coloration, skin penetration
between rainfall and cedar shingle, individual
transposed towards individuality, signed
where transpires medication of forest seal
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