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.
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.
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.