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F350 Lariat and 45′ Sandpiper

I lived in Great Falls Montana for 18 months. I spent a year of that time living out of my 5th wheel trailer. It was an adventure. And here are two poems about what I thought of that experience.


As I go off to bed and rest my weary head, the snow continues falling, though I dread. Montana

Montana Spring

A distant groan carries on the wind.

It is harsh, metallic, a strong counterpoint to the allegro patter of wet snow on my Fedora.

Like a wild mating call, the scrape of the snowplow groans again as I step ankle deep into a slushy puddle.

It’s spring in Montana. The snow comes unpredictably and leaves just as unpredictably.

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