Pioneer

Rising again from your cool, dank succor:

may we celebrate what leaves if you weather

these barren times, these fallow faults

populated with cascades, falling deep underfoot.

 

Pioneering those trenches: I’ve had enough

to know where to dam, where threshing is tough

in that hard new land, the one not yet revealed

to the few, the lucky, the reconstitutable thrill.

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