Saturday, December 4, 2010

Missoula In A Dusty Light

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Missoula in a Dusty Light

Walking home through the tall
Montana twilight,
leaves were moving in the gutters
and a little dust...

I saw beyond the roofs and chimneys
a cloud like a hill of smoke,
amber and dirty grey. And a wind
began from the street corners
and rutted alleys,
out of year-end gardens, weed lots
and trash bins;
the yellow air
came full of specks and ash,
noiseless, crippled things that crashed
and flew again...
grit and the smell of rain.
And then a steady sound,
as if an army or a council,
long-skirted, sweeping the stone,
were gathering near;
disinherited and vengeful people,
scuffing their bootheels,
rolling tin cans before them.

And quieter still behind them
the voices of birds
and whispering brooms:
"This Land
has bitter roots, and seeds
that crack and spill in the wind..."

I halted under a blowing light
to listen, to see;
and it was the bleak Montana wind
sweeping the leaves and dust
along the street.

John Haines

Posted over on the Writer's Almanac
"Missoula in a Dusty Light" by John Haines, from News from the Glacier.

1 comment:

Jannie Funster said...

Hey, Alice Audrey's in that town!! Freaking cute, ain't it. Actually cute AND gorgeous scenery.

xoxo