[Poem] “Secluded Vibrance”
West Virginia’s forsaken coke
ovens, a painter’s acid palette,
reddened the rocks of Douglas Falls.
Listen to the water whisper a story
waiting in secluded vibrancy.
That green pool of tears knows
the taste of our progress better
than we do, as those falls crash
stained rock, again and again,
a spectacular, grotesque end.
February 1-2, 2017