haibun journey continuing east in autumn   Leave a comment

“Court and Spark,” the landscape begins to dance, “we love our lovin’/but not like we love our freedom.” The river pushes into the canal, stones stacked along the bank to make walls. A dilapidated building, the wooden slats gaping and grayed, the sign undecipherable.

The signs read Hiawatha crossing…Shoshone something…the houses creeping and tucked into the hillside. More signs. Panhandling. Gold mine tours from the small shack on the westbound side. A brown National Park style sign reads, “Sunshine Miners Memorial” across the highway. America’s shanty town’s still lumber.

Trailer parks and pile

of earth and rubble

heaving graves

950 people in historic Wallace, the Shoshone County Court House, the white halls visible from the highway, 195 miles to Missoula.

After singing we enter Mountain Time crossing the line into Montana, passing Lookout Pass at EXIT 0, a moment later Lolo National Forest

My lungs leap sighing

into memory–

crows feast on a scattered carcass

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Posted March 19, 2012 by Jourdan Keith in Uncategorized

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