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.