By Human Hands – v2

Off the road, into the woods

a makeshift lean-to

fallen, dry, peeling bark

a phalanx of dead pine saplings

leaning too uniform

against an unseen beam

seemingly felled by human hands

Placed too neatly, too surely

by nature, by randomness

in the thawing woods, March in Maine

too far from the road, placed there

too quick a glance to be sure

but it was a little too perfect, too planned

to be there but by human hands

Edited May 5, 2013

“By Human Hands – v2”

March 14, 2008

“By Human Hands”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2008/03/by-human-hands.html

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