Transient
Wings, Western Half of the Columbia River Gorge
I.
Loneliness, it’s such a scraped affair.
Hawk jewels flowed sightlessly westward.
The reason of the excavation was to reveal deep
layers in stony time.
Vast sutures of independence whorl chakra.
At the mountains of
energy, float with your mind until lunar provenance enlightenment reached.
The polished immensity
of the mountains, twilight ermine fanfare of the argent musk.
Train de Chirico like
whistling spiders, grave robber polka spinster yellow ancient grove sad
mossy-flamed farmhouse, Edelweiss rocking horse.
II.
Hawk’s wings, rotating like spiders,
Kites drumming over slough and grove.
Train rolls austere and limber,
Caboose like a tramp, twilight of gold.
Rubbish eye incantatory,
Snowy fields, untrodden, transient and flashing on
the crest of the Cascades.
JF April 2016
Photo of Crown Point by JF, July 4, 2002
Lots of good things in this poem, Jonathan. Lines like "Loneliness, it’s such a scraped affair"; it has the ring of truth.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it, Ray. That "loneliness" line is an almost-quote from the song "Superstar," most famously performed by Carpenters.
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