Barely Orion


We turn off
face the mountians
Shut down our engines
Let entropy drive us-
ed to be gravel
“But ya can’t fly without wings”
Concrete whines
under our reluctant
Used to be scenic
“But ya can’t make progress”
weavin round vacas, lizards
And lenya loaded
burros, both sides fenced
so close ruminants
go hungry in the rain
The first time I saw this place
We ambled, apaso
down the valley
There were only
12 lights then,
barely Orion

© 2013 Abby Smith, Writer

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