In Maine
by Connie Rabinovitz
A trio of birchs
guard cabin and lake
like sentinels.
Bare limbs punctuate the blue
while earth-bound roots are hidden.
Shadows form
horizontal grids
and stripe the caked snow.
These three mark our Land
as steadfast guides.
Who else before
tramped the ice?
searched the woods?
hunted the deer?
fished for sleeping pecrh?
as red-capped hopefels do now?
Who made a mark?
carved a boat?
sent a messape?
Hidden messages tease me.
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