somewhere in Montana cabin
a full three miles past the last power post
tucked up on the tree edge
beside cool rocky creek water
rough hewn timber and stone
invisible from down the mountain
inside a bed, a table, a bookshelf
1972 edition of playboy
yellowed Kurt Vonnegut novels
a Holy Bible
polaroids fall to the floor
pics from a party
moonshine jars and guitars
mugging it up for the camera
- down in the town I was told some "movie type"
used to own this cabin
later a nighttime fireside read
sleeping dog's rest disturbed
by mountain goat scuffles
candles flicker n'fade
running red wax down
the Mateus bottle
i love description of all the items on the bookself - the bookselfs of our lives are often a reminder of who we are and what we have become...especially since 1972...bkm
ReplyDeleteI can see that cabin, you describe it so well. A nice spot to retreat to, for sure.
ReplyDeleteI used to love doing this:
ReplyDelete“running red wax down
the Mateus bottle”