
“Chapel Pines Grove” by Joe Mamer
conifers skyward
dense towering stands
stalwart windbreaks
against hurly burly
the worldly vicissitudes
blowing their business
across flatscreen minds
giving siege to tranquility
smothering those
who would breathe
self-sufficiency
modern encroachments
whose hazards
Thoreau would have
well understood
despite the astonishing
speed of the spin
of the world
From my book Ephemera