April Poem; On the Road After a Record Rain

Morning coffee at the Bear Paw Bakery

requires the mettle of a Montana driver

The car acts like a drunk on the dirt road

Sloppy as a warm chocolate bar

I relax the steering wheel the way I learned at 14

to let go and give in to invisible great forces

Press the accelerator in my vintage Lucchese boot

to ten m.p.h. with no braking

To keep from sliding into the roadside parade

of young pheasants behind their mother

Down the road a cottontail wasn’t so lucky

In polite farmer protocol its flattened body

has been moved to the far side of the road

A murder of crows waits on a power line

to clean up t...