The realist masters have avoided
the Appalachians and I have to assume
that this is because fayeland is difficult
to paint. What to do with the sounds of mushrooms
unfolding through fallen hemlocks? How to ensure
the advancement of each tiny waterfall with the
enhancements that are the landscapists’ gift?
Each water-shape a glaze in a stream: every form
along the Rhine is herein featured—in the length
of a trellis—every waterfall shape—all miniature, all impossibly present.
What to do when the tulip poplars populate the ground with gowned fairies?
To step seems wrong, but without examination
how can they be embalmed in paint?

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Hannah Star Rogers
Hannah Star Rogers received her MFA from Columbia University and Ph.D. from Cornell University. Her poems and reviews have appeared in The Los Angeles Review of Books, Tupelo Quarterly, The Carolina Quarterly, Catch & Release, and The Southern Women’s Review. She is currently working on a manuscript, Luck With Animals.