Saturday, January 3, 2015

Lord of the Side of the Road

A white jeep with a tan top
Disturbs the minuscule flies
Under confederate-grey skies
In the land of crumbling rocks.

A horse trailer, trailing plumes
Of dust but no horses, rumbles
Just wide of pick-up trucks tumbling
More stones over the cliffs to dooms

That will dissolve down below
In the Virgin, repository
Of every flood story
Since the first, and a calf bellows.

Let's get back to that Jeep.
It is parked now on the far side
Of the River. Shadows inside
Consult. The slopes are all too steep.

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