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,
and no one who already knows all
the stuff you wouldn't understand.