Sense of Place. Rationalization.

Even in the city’s towered streets
the sensation of wind in a birch forest

crawls through the branches above

and reminds us:

     We were not conceived in the shadow of mountains
     we were born in lakes and streams
  
     destined to closet the wool we’ve worn all year

     so as to choke in humidity


     To hang our spirits on august nights
     and wallow cotton heat
     that waters down to autumn gold

     and winters our hostility.

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