Rocks, roots, trees, soil

blended into a mountain.

A glacial milkshake

A launderer skimming money

from our endeavor

a trail hardening phenomena

a chain gang--free!

Yet still grunting slave labor

We loose a bit of self

as another passes on

a victem of plans

a student in foreign land

tears well

that do not gush

Clark Brook charts

the easiest route to the atlantic

and so we reduce again

our shape always working, shifting

reacting--to the situation an earthquake

we lie in wait for after shock

reeling us into another

dimension

trail work.