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Stuff

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poems, poet, poetry, stuff, carpenter, redwood, old hippie, tree-hugger, La Honda, mountains, author, clear heart

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Stuff Saturday, August 10, 2024 Memory of Moss   Memory of Moss Through dense forest she guides me to a wall of stones piled waist-high, boulders lifted by black hands in a land of white winters. Caleb a slave escaped Virginia to the Adirondack Mountains, cleared 40 acres of northern jungle axing tree, rolling rock, ton upon ton. Caleb, her ancestor. In my whiteness she wants me to understand. In my infatuation, I try. Caleb scratched out a living no child would choose. Slavery, they said, would be easier. Not better, but warmer and less work. It was family legend, a bitter family joke. Abandoned fields reverted to birch, to maple, then finally to conifer, the natural crop. Boreal rainforest seems untouched if not for this soft-spoken wall. She swears she can hear slice of Caleb’s axe, grunt of mule, echoes from a century plus a half. In these crevices she can sniff smears of his sweat, stains of his blood. Stones break loose, tumble among duff. “Roots t...

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