That broken-down wall in the winter woods:
Just before I drive past, crossing its T,
my eyes fix for a half-second on one stone.
It's mossy and has seen a lot of weather,
but I'll bet it has never been touched
since it was lifted from the land
and put there by a farmer, and made to fit
at, say, the time Old Ironsides
was pummeling the Java,
or when Lewis and Clark were being
worried over or welcomed home.
What a lucky glance.
~~~~~~
Douglas Logan
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