my bucket of words are a pile
of dust
might as well fling them
to the clearcuts
clearfield pennsylvania
broken strip mine draglines
barren hills spread their legs
no seeds to receive
--- e b bortz
(published in Ornamental Iron, Green Panda Press, 2003)
(published in earth notes and other poems, Least Bittern Books, 2015)
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