The Swamp of Scoy's Pond

A roughcut logging trail digs into underbrush climbs a hill breaks into a clearing fast on swampwater Hot wind maims scrub feints at bracken tussock, pickerel weed' hugging ditches Three hawks in tandem wheel are fibering air In brown murk: the silt planes down script of larva blistering mud Breath nears fever halts altogether as the surface creases the sun's core

& end to end a half mile the wind skids