In Its Baffled Emptiness by Paul Hunter

Tuesday, June 30, 2015 9:49 AM | Debbi Lester (Administrator)

Used to be what you’d see


from back roads was random  


bits of whatall going on




pig lot wood lot cattle grazing


whitewashed fences hay barns


corn cathedrals looping on and on




but now an open swath of road


ravels away in the moonlight


slow curves mown through the land 




with ditches to gather the runoff


country in its baffled emptiness 


lain open to invaders




with tumbleweed piling high


against barbed wire till one 


windblown survivor spills over




Paul Hunter


Paul Hunter is a Seattle poet and letterpress publisher who carves hardwood blocks to go with his lead type.  He won the Washington State Book Award for “Breaking Ground,” his first book of farming poems.

   

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