Adam Cornford and Marilyn Ackerman

Marilyn Ackerman
Inspiration piece

Tree Farmers
By Adam Cornford
Response

These are the true tree farmers they do not plant plantations uniform grids
of pine and fir like power-poles in rows marching away to the vanishing point
There trees vanish into beams planks printer-paper like brides stripped bare
by their batch processors in hangars of flat suns whirling their stainless teeth
and sliding planes along their surfaces to smooth them to two dead dimensions
These are true tree farmers herders of whole forests their underbrush and ivy
their brambles and berries above widespreading roots like subsoil road-rays
exchanging waterlight and medicine warning each other of parasite assaults
The true tree farmers carry forests inside their bodies red as Western madrone
or Eastern autumn: blood-groves and axonic woods of thought and sensation
The true tree farmers like their trees wear moths and finches as their coronals
All night they sleep-dance in moss pavilions their faces masked in moonlight
Tall forest herds inhale their dark breath and exhale it as the wind’s diamonds

 

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One Comment

  1. Posted June 19, 2017 at 5:18 pm | #

    Marilyn…still in love with “Tree Farmers”…Egyptian hieroglyphics meets cubism at the local square dance. – Adam… intoxicating imagery… your forest and farmers are teeming with vinegar and honey. Lovely.

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