After the Band

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After the Band

Blonde Hailey sings
        hard and
Lean like a
        head
Saw rips bucked trees,
        flinging
Cants and flitches cut
        rough
Edged and splintered
        on a
Summer day. In after
        song,
When canvas-gloved
        sawyers
Go home, and the day
        sits
Still like a hot cooling
        blade,
I drive sawn and un
        banded
Home with Hailey’s
        blonde
Curls still swinging
        felled
And free in the knots
        and pitch
Pockets of her coda’s
        passion—
She is smoke and silence
      in the pines.
What curious times for
        ember
Eyed boys when
        storms
Strike like a band—
        needles
Of straw tinder
        forest
Floors, thunder lines
        crouch
Diatonic against
        the sky,
Beads of rain fall un
        chained
From the rock and roll
        clouds,
Lightning hums a saw
        toothed
Song, the land awakes,
        and trees
Praise fire in the night.

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