By Wesley Lapointe

What I really wanted was a forest

What I really wanted was a forest

      (is it a forest though?)

not knocked down

not sawed through

not planed & turned & arranged

          unowned

                grown             a wilderness I could owe

most importantly

                away from there

Knew sounds better though

          so I claim it      —its certainty bounces

off shone in the next to last thing

I ever said to you           as I lined up our fallen timber

end to end to end

                         row on row of knowing

                                our hewing over

I chew it over

        forest or foundry

               forest I’m floundered

All these years later

I can find it when I want it

        still smell it        taste it        linger in it

the green water of our quarry

that leap we took from the leaning pine

        first in your mouth         last in mine

Shanna Compton’s most recent book of poems is (Creature Sounds Fade), newly out from Black Lawrence Press. She lives alongside the Delaware River in Lambertville, NJ, and works as a freelance book designer.

Shanna Compton’s most recent book of poems is (Creature Sounds Fade), newly out from Black Lawrence Press. She lives alongside the Delaware River in Lambertville, NJ, and works as a freelance book designer.

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