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During the crummy ride back to camp
jouncing and lurching down rutted spur roads
winding through the tattered mountains
the body stiffens into an old tire
that must become a living thing
every morning.
The interlocked heat of compressed bodies
war [...]
The forest flakes away, like King salmon meat.
Each clearcut a plate of bones and skin.
A hundred and thirty feet above the ground,
fifteen hundred feet above the sea,
bushy Spring-green spruce needles
tremble
in t [...]
Scrabbling up and across
hot, acrid basalt slides
we reach the brushy forest edge
breathing hard
and stop
to look down
on the rocky basin
eyes quivering around its hot edge
embroidered with orange vine maple
and turning, looking up
there's the ridge [...]
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