through its whirlpools,
I was a willing swimmer,
I stood fast in the impossible void.
Cars and empires passed me.
I would not raise my hand
or pop my thumb
to ask for a ride.
Hillsides paved with brighter tar
flew out from under me.
The pines and birches answered.
My empty pockets filled up with light.
Stone fences from gone shepherds
criss crossed each other
half fallen in the depths of
the shadowed woods.
I dug at the outskirts
for renegade boulders
and put them close to their old places
one by one by one
like the water in an iron lung.
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