In the still summer swamp a cypress knee’s
a mountain. Behind the patient transparent lid
of danger there is not a single smooth straight
line on two hundred million years of hide.
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On the hill I dump more March snow
behind my truck into a pile impenetrable as Everest
without a Sherpa. The uneven humps
of buried cars stretch ahead: back of a giant alligator,
danger lies silent on the surface of the road.
Translations from the English 
Really nice. “danger lies silent on the surface of the road.” Yes, like it always does.
Thanks Len. A few more of these coming in the next few days. Fruitful stuff so far. Glad you’re here!
Looking forward to reading more.
Superb Jeff! I am honored to call you my friend!
The honor is mine. I have been reading your recent work aloud to friends. Great stuff.
I can relate to your parts talking about snow. We are December and have has frost and flakes but no snow. Not complaining, mind you. 🙂
Has = had
on silly cell phone heading to bed. Quit while I am ahead. 🙂
It happens! Thanks for visiting and hope to see you again here.