Log Cabin Chronicles



On the North Valmont Road are three trees
their branches chain-sawed down to boughs,
down to finger-stumps and knuckle-bones
resembling three of the brutish fists raised against the sky
by the son of Earth, Briaerius, hundred-handed Titan
buried alive by Zeus, his brother, after the cosmic war.
Who manicured those dirty hands to such economy of intent?
Who lives humorously in the gray frame house behind them
poet, or grease-monkey, or what?

[EDITOR'S NOTE: Stanley Fefferman writes and make photographs in Toronto.]

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