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The Real Woods

Barbara La Morticella


The real woods I walk through—and old couch by the side
of the stream.
In and out
of the trees along the edges of the clearcut
men's voices calling
Red and orange helmets
flashing like birdwings
a line of tree planters:
Spanish vowels ringing in the air
like bells.
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"The Real Woods" from Rain on Waterless Mountain, 26 Books. Copyright © 1995 by Barbara La Morticella. Reprinted by permission of the author.


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