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Ghost Pulp
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Indiana Review
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July 1, 2008
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Hub of a shattered mining town,
its shards cached by nettles and ferns.
Where fragments of antique china lodge
in bituminous soil-teething in reverse-
and the air sags with homesick molecules.
Not a clearing, but a huddle of trees
leaning over this sunlit cistern like a crowd
around someone's sidewalk collapse.
Mindful of any contagion still smoldering
in the razed foundations within.
Beneath the devil's club, the headboard
of an iron bed frame. Still deeper,
that sleeper dreaming without a pillow.
Hammered down. Away from the stream,
mossed-over railroad ties retreat
into the understory's Braille translation
of whatever swept through the place.