The Clearing
By Karen Zimmermann
The black walnut still shades
the porch place.
The wellspring of generations is marked
only by the woods' reluctance
to reclaim the home site.
No monument marks the meadow on the mountain
where blood relatives lived and died,
no manmade sign.
Blackberries still fight the brush though,
and old bulbs still bring forth new blossoms
in the Spring.
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