Saturday, August 15, 2015

The Smoothing

The town is a student of sage hills
The plateau, and its Middle Oregon tribes.

The falls are in the shadow of the old hotel
Now gone the orchard of bachelor apples
Now gone but the county is the size of pie.

The fish vibrant but what's in a name?
Steel metal all colors of breaking light
Cold underneath riding old lava beds
the memory of it waiting, watery.

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