The View from Black Mountain

 

       "We all need people in our lives we can't repay."

                                            -- DR. MARTHA B. STRAUS

 

Was that the conversation as we climbed

the hill in silence -- what we can and can't

repay? No wonder words weren't there this time,

this winter without snow. I'm not a man

to say much when I don't know what I mean.

On top we did the stations: to the east,

Monadnock in a powder-blue mist, scenes

from the past, wreckage, recovery -- at least

it's always there. To the south, leafless hills

and a bend in the Connecticut like

a slip showing and that goddamn nuke (will

they never shut it down?) and, hidden, my

kind of town, Brattleboro. To the west,

I tell myself I see Wyoming, San

Francisco, Cambodia. After a rest

we head back northward, no view, hand in hand.

 

                                                               for Marti

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Brattleboro, Vermont

January 2012

 

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