Monday, May 18, 2015

South of the Snake River

South of the Snake River

Early May... you slow-drive Lyons Ferry Road,

drought not so evident.  Windows rolled down,
you look-'n-listen for ancient Nez Perce  ponies.
Double-wide farmhouses... shower-damp road,
aged bloodshot eyes in the rear view mirror.

You park the car, walk a crushed rock road.
Head-down, you scrawl and organize
--jerky penmanship--  simple toolbox words.
Daydream-tangible, the sky turns choppy-grey.

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