Her ’47 Willy Jeep crests
every hill, every hill waving
alfalfa flags. Stout cottonwoods
from nineteen-oh-five still shelter
Nez Perce campsites in the bottom
land. Meadowlarks are whistling
at the prairie dogs. She finds
neutral, turns the motor off
long enough to listen --
her favorite of all chores.
You paint such a great picture with your photo and your words.
ReplyDeleteSimply carried by the moment...and gravity. Especially loving your recent posts.
ReplyDeleteThe pink sky . . .
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ReplyDeletei was thinking about how nice it is to have a vehicle you can coast in, it's good to hear from you- thanks!
hi marylinn,
how encouraging to hear. thank you!
hi john,
naturally, the pink was more pink for those of us who were right there, but i am pleased it showed up a bit in this photo.
A nicely-structures and well-paced piece of writing this. The box I ticked, 'becalming', really says it all.
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