Franconia Sculpture Park

Reclaim a shed, hitch it
by cables to the sky, spin it
around to face that northern
horizon as it becomes

enlarged by civil twilight. Use
earth to honor the earth—a dirt
laden jigsaw puzzle piece suspended

above its perfectly dug
grave speaks in monosyllables.
The greater swing risks breaking

with each arc, a bracing
hazard always worth it in the end.

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