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Sawdust

Sharon Bryan
Why not lindendust,
   hackberry, hemlock,
live oak, maple, why
   name the remains
after the blade, not
   what it cut—

only now do I see
   that the air is full
of small sharp stars
   pinwheeling through
every living thing
   that gets in their way.

From Sharp Stars by Sharon Bryant. Copyright © 2009 by Sharon Bryant. Used by permission of BOA Editions Ltd.

Sharon Bryan