Poetry: From the July/August 2008 issue | See all poetry
Three Views of a Western Juniper
Thrust from a ridge
Like a hand from a wave.
The wind, clumsy hero,
Pulling hard.
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Paiutes would light the tip
Of a coiled rope of crushed bark
And carry fire for miles
Like a star on a leash.
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The rock must think the roots are lightning.