Walking into Snow

Low flying bald eagle, close

and almost taken for granted

causes me to pause and take notice.

 

Down the bank a concrete box culvert

resolute under the snow packed road.

On its face 1949 carved in stone.

 

Once grand, now ramshackle wooden house

giant butterflies nailed to the wall.

Hand-painted plywood sign nailed to a tree,

“Dogs okay. Beware of wife”.

School bus in the driveway.

Snow covered Chevy Tracker with no side window

polyethylene, duct tape and wire repaired.

 

Pick up a piece of broken branch and toss it for the dog.

 

The warm smell of cows but no ordinary cows.

A small herd of yaks,

long haired and long horned crowding an icy trough.

 

Low flying bald eagle, close

and almost taken for granted

causes me to pause and take notice.

 

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