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.
University of Maine English professor Burton Hatlen died last week at age 71, after five decades as a widely respected and influential teacher, scholar and poet. His literary understanding and insight and his humanity ran deep, and will linger, even as he is greatly missed.
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