The carcass of a doe
has lain for weeks
in a graveled ditch
on Twin Lakes road.
The lower half is gone
but the upper torso
rears back its head
in rigored anguish.
The carcass of a doe
has lain for weeks
in a graveled ditch
on Twin Lakes road.
The lower half is gone
but the upper torso
rears back its head
in rigored anguish.
September. Court is in session again,
a darkness on the edge of our town.
Winthrop’s vultures have returned
to their perches in the forked snag.
On a hillside above Twin Lakes Road
a hand-painted sign beside a rugged cross
reads, “In loving memory of Josh and Rachel—
you will be in our hearts always.”
Population: Obstinate
In the family of gateway towns
north of Yellowstone National Park
Whitehall rightly self-identifies
as the neglected youngest brother.
The bearded seal suns on a floe
while a polar bear stalks it nearby
Biologists say it can smell its prey
up to twenty miles distant
“The female
is like
a deformity
of the male.” ~Aristotle
What sleight of manguage
did not morph cow to fe-bull,
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Antartificial speech is not compiled
as is programmed computer code;
granted, it does have a grammar,
but it is not, as a rule, rigorous—
nor enforced at the time the words
intended for end users are composed.
The morning of February 20
a pair of eagles took flight
from a nearby Ponderosa past
the windows of Ann Henry’s home
and with them she also passed.
Survivors include daughter Cindy.