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Turn off of 52 and get on 595 and head towards Kirksville, Kentucky, and, if you slow down, you will see this gnarled Chestnut Oak in the fencerow near the road. Drawing by Mark Caldwell-Reiss

by Mark Caldwell-Reiss I. Solitude, Oh Solitude! Trees are still, yet live. Autumn leaves in multitude, Gold, brown, scarlet they give. II. Trees are still, yet live. Waiting to be aged. Gold, brown, scarlet they give. My senses are engaged. III. Waiting to be aged. A thermos of coffee. My senses engaged. I eat a…

by Mark Caldwell-Reiss I. I remember, five trees in a row, one hundred fifty from the other. Trees eight-ten feet around or so. II. Five trees in a row. A timbered boundary. Trees eight-ten feet around or so. In a row? My quandary. III. A timbered boundary. The planter had a vision. So, “In a…