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breaking big sky
by Kelly Jensenslick curves banking around
the cool misted edges
of montana sunbreaks
the reservation, sixty miles
of crow indian land,
no utilities, no services
a shambled gas station, thirty in
wrought-iron door, puddled mud
my foot caked, my shoe lost
the men in the back
playing something to murder the minutes
before the day’s full impact begins
shoot us a look
while our eyes google at the prospects
but the cashier,
clad in laguna beach sweater,
nail beds collecting dirt
knows we’re tourists
hands us our change
four post-cards
laughs with the men
mocking our foreign accents 01/01/2005 Posted on 03/03/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kelly Jensen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/03/09 at 12:58 PM Welcome to pathetic and such a nice piece in the process. I love Montana though I'm a foreigner there also. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/03/09 at 05:24 PM ...kelly, too cool, too cool...a great capture. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 03/05/09 at 04:24 PM what a breathing snapshot, or what I like to call a "slice of life" poem...this is wonderful, lines and stanzas packed with imagery and implication...a pleasure to read, I look forward to more...peace girly, jewels |
| Posted by Katie Dean on 03/12/09 at 01:34 AM Really captures a scene, the specificity makes it so vivid |
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