In verse: Maine places and people

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Produced by Dennis Camire

This week’s poem by Bruce Guernsey of Bethel comes from his collected poems “From Rain,” published by Ecco Qua Press in 2012.

 

Stones

By Bruce Guernsey

 

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The endless movement of stones,

How they work their way up,

Surface each spring in the garden

As if out of breath.

 

How others will sink,

Slowly, over the years, unnoticed,

Like a man at peace

Slipping off to sleep, or dying.

 

History happens under our feet,

The tunneling of worms,

The loosening of earth

Letting breathe

 

What’s underneath —

The cold foreheads crowning like birth,

Our footsteps each year

Heavier, deeper.

 

Dennis Camire can be reached at dcamire@cmcc.edu

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