basswood clean, pristine in eloquent purity
never touched by breath or hand
awaiting the exquisite pain of the carver's blade.
penciled shadows of mountainous peaks
evoke joy and wonderous, if cautious, strokes,
as deeply the stop-cuts sear the upper reaches
beyond basecamp, last solace of turning back
left behind for the final ascent
as chiseled below the rough terrain takes shape.
1 June 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
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