Blue Hill, Maine
By Shauna Shiff
is where I was a new driver, slight
with a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel
pulling onto the roughhewn dirt road
that led to the construction site, abandoned
for the day, massive machines stopped
mid-tear into the growing green Earth
excavator claws clasping the swaying
gold tendrils of caught field grass.
I parked where my boyfriend told me to
beside a stack of discarded trees, saplings
split from their roots, shucked free of bark
the soft heart wood exposed and rubbed raw.
Shauna Shiff was born and raised in Maine, and now lives in Virginia with her family. She has always been an avid reader of poetry, and is returning to writing after a long break. As an English teacher, she loves to teach poetry and encourage her students’ writing.