by Bethany Veith
You haunt the notches-
breeze through the birches,
soar through the pines,
shake through quaking aspen,
and echo through the intervals.
Your spirit rises from the evaporator,
sap swirling, thick with sweet fog sugar water
dripping down the rough pine walls and onto my pages,
comforting me in the lonely hours.
You flow through the rivers and brooks,
to the evergreen shores of Squam
and down the industrious Merrimack,
eternally whispering granite verses.
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