By Shannon Lake in Wisconsin,
bulldozers clear the forest.  
As if someone I loved had died,
or worse, been killed.
A person, a human being, 
ordered this to be done. 
We’re supposed to accept it.  
Who accepts grief?
Death, wind blowing,
no branches
to stop it.
Kenneth Pobo has a new book out in May from Circling Rivers called Loplop in a Red City.  His work has appeared in: Colorado Review, Mudfish, Nimrod, The Fiddlehead, and elsewhere.
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