The ruined tower of a white pine stump
stands like an empty Norman monument
of conquest and defense.
stands like an empty Norman monument
of conquest and defense.
There is a girl who climbs with diffidence
the icy road, balancing on a clump
of snow with such intent
that her whole body from the knees is bent.
She keeps herself in temporal suspense
from falling on her rump.
Just as she executes an awkward jump,
I swing my camera, catching her descent
and its small consequence.
–J. Kates,
Metes and Bounds
Accents Publishing