cairn M. L. Lyons “Place is found by walking.” —Andy Goldsworthy My touch is timed to wind and wave. Each brick seasoned by the sun. This pyre of earth, rock and wood will not last an age. Conifer of umber. Teardrop of stone. Rain-hammered, windworn, spanned by a man’s reach. this sandstone egg glows red, dwarfing the plain. It grows. Its falling shows Nature is not small. I grip this earth only so long
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