POETRY
Transformation​
Â
winds
of equinoxÂ
fanning
fires
throughÂ
Montana
Â
smokeÂ
like giantÂ
sun shades
screensÂ
like throughÂ
amber
filters
and cools
white
summers
heat
Â
becomingÂ
many
orange
night
fires
glowingÂ
on bothÂ
sides
of a
road
throughÂ
blackÂ
space
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HWY 87, Roundup to Billings
September 1984​​
Northbound/winter/coffee​
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Truck diner:
ex-mobile homeÂ
EAT glimmeringÂ
on the roof, andÂ
ENTER spray – painted
on the door.Â
Centered
in the seaÂ
of frozen ruts, at the endÂ
of a single lane road.Â
Ringed
with Christmas lights
of the rigs.Â
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Inside
talk of black ice,Â
ground blizzard,Â
drifting snow.Â
Big WomanÂ
drives for Safeway.Â
Black ManÂ
in a ten gallon hat.Â
I’ve seen himÂ
on Montana Avenue
 - going back to Billings
 - me too.Â
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The circle
of 18-wheelersÂ
revolved
around their shrineÂ
like
a lighted constellationÂ
and then moved
down the single lane road.Â
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Glendo, Wyoming​​
Untitled​
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Yeah
those photos
like
a record collection.
Recollections
more precise
than anything
I’ve ever seen
or done
without a camera
in my hands.
Yeah
those photos
like rivets
in my
sliding past,
frozen moments of
looked-for
inspiration
that turn
on me.
Yeah
those photos
that time
shows,
the juxtaposition
of here
and then,
yin/yang tricks
of being/seeing.
Billings, Montana, 1984​
Driving My Life Away
​
Down.Â
blue sky
blue hood
blue road
blue ring of crows
    risingÂ
      fromÂ
        road-killÂ
Â
September 23, 1991
Â
blackÂ
  bendingÂ
    bird cloud
againstÂ
  pale fallÂ
    field
shoes fullÂ
  of spillingÂ
    millet seedsÂ
talking atÂ
  the CB
    to Country Boy
     Amherst, South Dakota
    October 5, 1991
Ribbon ofÂ
  dust
    rising
      fromÂ
        dessert-floor
shimmeringÂ
    stillness
      that sounds
        underwater
Â
Dugway, Utah
October 15, 1991
Â
running at
  two grand
putting theÂ
  stars
    in the sky
on
   the Big Road,Â
driving
  my life
    away
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