ten years too late
four walls rise from the pit
shore up the north room
the floor slopes away
beyond the heaps of soil
rock, rotted clapboard, foam block
concrete forms
the earth
greens, the wild flowers
leggy shrubs unfurl
mature trees sprout yellow
catkins & tented leaves
I clear a swath of brush
kindle a green fire
white smoke, orange flame
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