bones and boards
marrow and heartwood
lumberyard
boneyard
what would become
of all this wood?
could all this
be put back together
again?
a great big
puzzle, put it
together again
and bam,
the pacific northwest
is whole again
no more holes
in the forests
unseen from highways
but visible as sores
from the skyways
between here
and there
when they
chase me out
of the yard
i’d nearly
re-assembled
a 70 foot cedar
its fragrance
still with me
in my nose and
my bones
in my heartwood
heart
Jonas Lamb 