Dead Pines

hatchet marks make pine trees red woodmake 

an interior in all this outsidea shot up deer crossinga kind of fencing offnames 

sharpied along the backs of paper platesstop signs

gatesyellow tree sap hardening on barkother people

the shape of words

this is the place

a family fanning plates dry beside their camper

I write “out”seesunlight on

and plastic bags tacked to tree trunks blossom beside our tent.A dog barking. 

your hair has ash in it.