Tuesday, March 23, 2021

The TREES of MAYHEW PARK

That’s his title. It’s the only part we know. He never told anyone the rest. He works just off the Mount Baker Highway. On the other side of the fence are relics. Old words are stacked in rows like a grocery store. It takes a farmer to know where everything grows. If you need a part for a poem or a story, this is the place to go. Nothing is forgotten, nothing is without repair, the words you’re looking for are here.

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