The Span (In Memory of Nancy Holt)

             Start with
a map, a sheet
                    of paper

             is site-specific


Glare rusting air—

        the sightline

“I remember

                     the quarry”

                                             a blank


The color of rock
            —the color of decay

            a process


Sky mound
            at the bottom

of the hill
            a swamp


A parking lot—
degrees of torpor

                   Day’s figurations
           fall slack
                   over asphalt


Broken glass                  horizon

Joseph Massey (© 2014)