In the morning light it was easy to see
where her brother Abel had driven the truck.
Not too close to the house. Few footprints
remained under the new snowfall, a light
one last night. Darla recalled other snows
that had blown in nearly to the windows
and under the house. Especially
under the house where the snow froze,
first warmed by the house itself and then
froze into solid rock by the winds that
skimmed down the hill. She had spent
a winter here with him, with Josh,
but she’d learned the snow fell even
in July. It was time to leave.
She’d park the truck in town
after her boxes were loaded
onto the train. This view, lonesome,
didn’t reveal the small town nearby
with people who’d bet on whether
she’d make it even one year. She’d
held out for Abel. He could use the money.
She turned, got into the truck,
shut the door and headed
to the civilization that she knew.