Rest
Stop, West of Boardman
By
Jonathan Falk
Crickets screamed under the wind, blades of night
query past. My stilts beyond the Columbia walk, corneas pulsed with newer life.
Censor: Sachem Pharos, green light signaled on hermit’s island in the river’s
hippogriffs, basalt eruptions, laved with painted floods. Tom Jefferson stacked
his books apropos of milt sunset. Fruit could need I fruit flies time fruit powder.
I remember the transient beard, something to shift
when I saw for a moment scoriac splendor, a fairyland, one of those viewpoints
I shot past driving, marvelous things, lunar lava and farms. Eagle Creek trail,
drought childhood sneakers melting. Time the panhandler raven. You rode with
old Nils, you better not drink a cup of coffee.
On the Washington shore, one blue light knocked on
the night, filter of dawn.
Written
before the switch to Daylight Saving Time, November 6, 2016
Photo: Columbia River Gorge, 9-16-16.
Great images came to mind when I read Rest Stop, West of Boardman. 'Filter of dawn' and 'drought childhood sneakers melting' come to mind. The landscape around Columbia River Gorge looks quite bleak. As I've said before I like these type of images.
ReplyDeleteThanks much, Ray. I drew the images, in part, from my September trip. The Columbia Gorge has a variety of landscape types, from stark, dramatic, or bleak, as you write, in the east, to green and lush, and with many waterfalls, in the western half.
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