Into The Forest With Lime
In To The Forest With Lime
Beyond the train crossing
Moving along the silent woods.
Contained in a white plastic wrap
Workman’s simple garden goods.
Heart beating so slowly
passing the boundaries of the park.
Task long planned, near completed
and in time with the impending dark.
Forty pounds, cash bought
Coming to the space with the open pit
Earlier created, scrupulously cornered
Poured, hand-filled to settle and to fit.
For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them
Covered by leaves was the lime.
There it remains, past all grievances
Whether large or small covering both space and time.
-Kevin Bergin
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