Climbing a Clear-cut on a Hot Afternoon
Because I have nowhere else to go
and nothing to do, the glaring
clear-cut hillside is compelling.
My Kawasaki coughs when I
leave the noisy highway, downshifting
across a sunburned field, swirling
clouds of dust and noise between
dilapidated double-wides and
At the base of the steep climb, I pick
a line between stumps and snags,
lean forward, and crank it up.
Climbing inverts Robert Frost's "Stopping by
Woods on a Snowy Evening"
and is ©2003 by William Malcolm