#2252 - sometimes a trail

 

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sometimes a trail

ekphrastic for Rover Thomas’ 1984 ‘Country called Red Butte

 

sometimes a trail’s perimeter

 

could be sand inside

might have blown here

 

could be where fence will be

could blur

 

as sun comes blinding

 

night in our presence then

 

sometimes rain frames

 

or fork off here

 

see mountain side on

 

there’s thirst

 

the boundary blows down

 

you won’t see moongleam

 

all sorts won’t

 

we’re made of stone

 

we’re travelling sometimes

 

how do we go?

 

great stretches

 

whiff of invisible prints

 

you’ll see back to where you’re from

 

a gust of years reshapes

 

the journey home

 

we’re on the trail

we’re following

 

it’s after life

all this