High Ground

Jonathan Dubow

  

A fire in 1964 charred the pitch pines.
Lichen, boneset. Thoughtfully the woods
filled with smoke. This particular event is
referred to even in the opening chord

of the annulment. All who are out may come
in without penalty today, the game has ended.

  

  

  

  

Jonathan Dubow has recent poems in Devil’s Lake, Isacoustic, Waccamaw and elsewhere. He lives in Carlisle, Pennsylvania and teaches at Shippensburg University.

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