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At the Paper Mill: Chance Meeting or…?

April 23, 2009

At last — let’s count
how many boreal stumps could fit
on the head of a linchpin, your hungry
pocketa pockets buzzing with
bewildering sooty pulp.

I’m shaking your hand,
an isolated touch
that works miracles in a crowded
room. Sometimes it’s luck,
at other times, hope. Your mind,
as I read it in your eyes,
remains the same defensive gun, quick
with printworthy asides, another
loggerhead view, dusted like gold,
eager to roll
and howl in the hunt.

by Greta Aart and Sally Molini

For process notes, see “Vanishing Biography.”

  1. December 4, 2009 at 8:07 pm

    “stumps …on the head of a linchpin” – reading that caused me to pause, in a good way. the mind as “a defensive gun” reminds me of some people I know.

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