Bannack, Late

for Paul Vangelisti

A nimbus, then aureole
vast scent towers red delicate
though no one abandoned
in dry boards

blue dress at road window
brown and yellow ochre
taste of chimney cupola
falcon feather fence

A cry and a cry again
you lean against
regardless as stars come out
mastodon splinter

of badger tussock
this grace then that
doorway, lintel
mirror, jackanapes

closed canyon bleeds
kissed wilderness
recognition of skin
in chipped distance

closer, the magpie’s plaint
from woven creek
sunset by hand
by haggard neck

the sons of men bathe
their feet in cress
victorious darkness
chitters the aspen

garden in a wagonbox