Friday, July 8, 2011

conversation at Camp Creek

this road is hard baked, and there's
lots of tasty rubble snacking on old
truck tires. it's not
that far from anywhere -
but there’s no one there. slam the door
and dust flies off to visit the ground -
the only sound
an odd chirp and
flutter, down below, and a water trickle.
and there's
the smell of forest fire or
maybe some old guy's burn barrel,
with a carton of disposables, drifting

over the divide between here and
town - but still,
there’s no one here,
no one who already knows all
the stuff you wouldn't understand.