Bois Mountain Lines...Nine Verses...Jefferson, New Hampshire

BOIS MOUNTAIN LINES
Nine Verses

Found the book about The Buddha.
Chucked it into the black garbage bag,
Into the white egg shells and brown coffee grounds.
The book about The Buddha.

-1-
The shaggy moose wallows naked,
The shy red deer halts in the buff,
The black flies circle in the nude,
I leap bare-assed into the pond.

-2-
Uncle Norman said the flies
Are wicked this year; kids can't play outdoors.
Mmm! How come they
Don't bother me?

-3-
Sitting under a wrinkled blue tarp held up by two gray branches
On the tail-gate of a black Mazda,
Waiting and watching, while
The brown tea simmers on the red sterno.

-4-
Squinting so hard...
Every tree branch an antler,
Every trunk a bear,
Every splash a trout

-5-
A spindly-legged mosquito straddles
A tiny valley on my fingertip.
I feel so big.
I look up at the thunder...

-6-
The Jack-in-the-Pulpit eloquently preaches
The Gospel of the forest.
The Holy Spirit of the woods;
Be still and know...

-7-
Thunder rolls, crackling and booming,
Across the yellow meadows to the blue mountain.
The silver forest is cool.
The white and black wood-pecker ra-tats.

-8-
Coy-dog pup yip-yaps across the valley.
Driving warm rain smacks the green lushness.
Shrill droning voices in the mossy forest,
Weird mocking chants in the mist.

-9-
Near the bent and twisted green-leaved apple trees
Hundreds of small white butterflies
Circle and dip, dive and rise,
Pale brown patchy antlered moose straggles lin...
Petals fluttering all around