Pima Road Notebook #7 by Keith Ekiss01/11/2010
By Keith Ekiss
The landscape needs fewer words—
lexicon of birds dispersed.
Toxic slurry, spoil piles, chloride pools.
There’s a rawness to it, like beaten flesh.
When it’s been filled in and over
a tentative forest takes hold
one unsure of its roots.
New Issues has recently published Keith Ekiss’ book of poems Pima Road Notebook.