What Happened in Town
December’s wan light falls into the well of dusk and
all memory of warmth fades with it into the mountains.
The few words we shared, lost in the distance between
the blue-lit cab of this truck and the silence of stars.
The half-frozen river stretches alongside the road,
ghostly gray gauze over what’s managed to keep flowing.
Like the breath of incense rising from the horses in the barnyard light,
some prayers go on and on, unanswered.
The unpicked apples have fallen with the frost.The dogs on the porch dream together, sleep together against the cold.