A spiffy ranger station
centered on the entry road
(inky trees looming over
what should be theirs)
glows with artificial light
welcoming and reassuring us
human interlopers —— though
no one in charge is present
at this late hour.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
A spiffy ranger station
centered on the entry road
(inky trees looming over
what should be theirs)
glows with artificial light
welcoming and reassuring us
human interlopers —— though
no one in charge is present
at this late hour.