The trees are clear-cut, burnt brush
baring the skull of the mountain
when emptiness slopes
a highway
to the vanishing point of land and sky.
And if we drift upwards
through stumps, pitched pines, dogwood,
jackdaws, leveled purple loosestrife,
all cleared and hacked away now
for some forgotten reason,
we will get close to what makes sense —
our ambitions are empty black bags.
We leave everything unnecessary behind.
About Martin Willitts Jr.:
Martin Willitts Jr.'s forthcoming poetry books include Waiting For The Day To Open Its Wings (UNBOUND Content), Art Is the Impression of an Artist (Edgar and Lenore's Publishing House), City Of Tents (Crisis Chronicles Press), and Swimming In the Ladle of Stars (Kattywompus Press) He is the winner of the inaugural Wild Earth Poetry Contest for his full length collection Searching For What Is Not There (Hiraeth Press).
stripped, in the reading, of reader. of writer. great stuff.
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