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1.
A pine board: the grain a white
shine under dull
gold. And where I
touch it, I leave a mark.
The salts and acids of my
sweat eat in.
But I will leave it
out in the weather, and the
rain and wind will
wash out my stain. Most
of it.
2.
And three days after, a fine
dust, a faint smell of
rosin still lingers on my
fingertips.
Burton Hatlen’s poems have appeared in his book “I Wanted to Tell You” and a CD, “Burt Hatlen Reads His Poetry,” among other places. He is in his fifth decade as a professor of English at the University of Maine.
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