so many lonely
stardrenched nights
he leaned on the
rumbling deisel,

driving the drill rods
down against the bit head
biting the drill hole
deep beneath the overburden,

feeling the story
of the sinking progress
whether it was grinding
whether it was cutting —

carving out the drill core,
one long cylinder:
oh so very lonely
in the silent forest.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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