William Malcolm

 

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
fist-shaking farmers.

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