Saturday, June 23, 2007

Tennessee Two-step

There are tall-ships passing over mountains,
Scuttled on peaks and listing, great rents torn
Like smoke is torn. Sides stove in from cannon-fire.

Smoke-feathered up the ridge, passing,
There are ships passing that you have not seen.
Their music of pines and limestone, lush and hoary.
There is nothing else to be missed in Tennessee.

2 comments:

Jay Snodgrass said...

You're lush and hoary

clayb said...

Yes. Yes I am.