wagon train, the book

page after page of
grey mist
cross hatched by
dark pale snow laden trees
underscored by
scrupulously designed bridges
punctilious signage
desultory paddies of muskeg
this vast rugged slow book
this west this beginning
now so swiftly perused
then so doggedly written
we guess we know the ending

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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