after color

the trail tilts uphill
among basaltic boulders
big as black unwindowed houses
under bare black branches
of hazelnut and big leaf maple
in a purl of light white snow

being careful of his knee
above the rime slimed rocky creek
the walking stick helps
a withered branch of bleached white river maple
repurposed by his elder brother
dead last Labor Day

he sits on the snowy skull
of a big black rock, and whitely laughs

A carpenter, Ted Jean writes, paints, plays tennis with lovely Lai Mei. Nominated twice for Best of the Net, and twice for a Pushcart Prize, his work appears in Beloit Poetry Journal, PANK Magazine, DIAGRAM, Juked, dozens of other publications.

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