March 1984

Cheese Run

On the storm-line

On the road between

       dark masses of cloud

       piled high

and

       clear and brilliant sunlight

       untouched by snow

Two sides

to one day

The sun is there

then it’s gone

Likewise the snow

comes and goes

goes and comes

Highway 37

straight on sight

to where the cloud

outflanks the sky

Here I am

I, who love the sun

am heading for the storm

on a two edged road

On the way to Mapledale to

pick up a brick of cheese