over the motel there’s a near slope just beyond the edge
where people funnel into a trailhead
a gildedness
an allure beyond the dull green of the motel color
from the forest ranger’s uniform the familiar aesthetic
that slope not taken for a Tuscan influence
the dry creeks’ confluence on the other side of town
Thursday, February 7, 2008
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