Thursday, March 29, 2012

PLACE ON THE PLAIN


Photograph by John Jeffries, Baker City, Oregon




PLACE ON THE PLAIN

Beyond the brook backlit dark

Dies a start stark structure on the plain

Roof gone, boards exposed to rain



The man has reined up there

His horse stamps, shakes his mane

The man dismounts, bows as to hear



Axed tree crack to the ground, adze bark, wood

Saw, plane, square block and tackle hoist, heat

Bobs red bandannas to hammer beat til it stood

Did people here gather, children play

Did cattle find shelter, horses feed

Did any regret the place's decay



The man removes hat, holds it to chest

The brook flows before him wherever it must

Thought furrows his brow, his horse crops the grass





AMAZING



In the dead of night
Amazing to hear the scraping
Old metal hinge as the portal
Of your too long neglected secrets
Groaned to spill
Its contents directly
Into my wide and willing heart
Which gushed back hope it held
More amazing still your muriatic
Mop-up of all we shared
There must remain a stain
Of me on you somewhere
As I yet taste some of you


--Ann Ahnemann