Monthly Archives: June 2017

Silver Mine

they have reopened
the old silver mine
at Indian Falls
and set a long-horned Sybil
to stand guard

the lone cafe where
everyone wheezes
over braille cakes
the three white
monarch bars

the nitrogen mallard eyes
peering out from
the squat box houses
along the cliff

the hotel with the miners drill
mounted on the lawn–
a quilted silence like a
a poison sofa


a lamprey
under the waterfall
grips the stone
with its mouth of all eyes
shadows making new rocks

how hard it is to climb
to the top of the water tank!
the steel ladder pulling
a ground skirl of smoke below
an impaling cushion

a wind farm walks over the horizon
grinding and scissoring
the close-cropped land
with its dry sunken creek veins

a moon the color of a calf’s ear
the long harrowed fall
as close as your thigh bone