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Returned to the Yaak Cabin, I Overhear an Old Greek Song
Back at the west window, Basin Creek Stumbling its mantra out in a slurred, mid-summer monotone, Sunshine in planes and clean sheets Over the yarrow and lodgepole pine- We spend our whole lives in the same place and never leave, Pine squirrels and butterflies at work in a deep dither, Bumblebee likewise, wind with a slight hitch in its get-along. Dead heads on the lilac bush, daisies Long-legged forest of stalks in a white throw across the field Above the ford and deer path, Candor of marble, candor of bone- We spend our whole lives in the same place and never leave, The head of Orpheus bobbing in the slatch, his song Still beckoning from his still-bloody lips, bright as a bee's heart.