Clouds like alabaster
behind them blue, blue, and more blue,
the color of a plastic Delo oil jug.
Knapweed in bloom.
Little purple Russian flowers occupying
town lots and road cuts.
Try not to get the seeds on your shoes!
makes great honey
An old beer can
from before pop tops,
Red Label rusted out,
home to some ants,
covered in yellow pine bark.
A Prince Albert tobacco can
wedged in the fork of a juniper tree,
sixty years years grown around it.
Inside, a mining claim dry as a bone.
The ink faded out but still readable:
John McCloskey 1932
She said I love this town
for the smell of pine in the cold morning air.
The smell is Korpine wood chips
being squeezed of moisture then
pressed into oriented strand board.
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