Abandoned Still on Dismal Mountain

Abandoned Still on Dismal Mountain
Ron Rash

At first a truck radiator sprouting
improbably in this laurel slick—
too far a haul to get rid of,
to hide if theft. I stumble
on coiled copper, know what it is,
or was, the radiator rusty,
the logs mushroomed, mossy
a wind and rain tumble
of tubing and quart mason jars.
Perhaps he left for greener pastures
of marijuana, or his stingy fire
smoke signaled the sheriff or simply
grew too old to make this climb
and go back burdened to lighten the mind,
the burlap sack clinking and clanking.

     Waking
     Hub City Press October 2011

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Abandoned Still on Dismal Mountain