George Witte Biography

Buckled up by continental
Grind so slow and powerful it
Fused frail-boned fossils of an age
Long dead into an iron spine,
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There's something to be said
for sitting still and letting things come clear,
the way morning fog burns off the lake.
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The gym's ball-light cast silhouettes,
blue stars that swarmed the stage, then disappeared.
In scarlet caps and snowflake wings
your class lined up, obedient, to sing.
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Chains barricade the gravel exit ramp
our bankrupt state abandoned years ago.
Unlatched, the way descends to miles of road
invisible on maps, near overgrown,
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Go watchfully in humid fog
emerging on the first warm day

with skeins of birds and dogs unleashed
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