the alvar fields             
                          
                                          
 from   north  to   south,   thirty   odd 
 kilometers.  from  west  to  east,  four 
 thousand  meters. from topsoil to stone, 
 a foot  or  two. no roots can fester, no 
             dust can linger.             
                                          
 here  is  earth,  clay,  and  sturdy low 
 plants.  bushes  frame  the  strip.  the 
 earth is bare  in patches  as  large  as 
                you and me.               
                                          
 cross  it to  get to the ocean, or don't 
          to stay where you are.