Place as Metaphor


The girl and her pony
long absent
in addition to any
utility for this place.
 Now capturing
only shadows
and the occasional
interest of
passing crows.
Wind-packed snow
under Sorel boots
cracks like the small caliber gunfire
of a distant neighbor
who shoots snowshoe rabbits
from his brush piles.
Late afternoon stillness-
a prelude to the
harshness of  the coming
starless and bible black sky
invites a contemplation of
this paradox in containment
and suggests tacitly
that the dream is over.
K. Carter