Driving out Jackass Flat Road
Deeply chilled in December
Spending an warmth-free afternoon
With the good grey poet
Yet every rainpuddle shone
Along the washboard roadway,
Every surface brilliant, even dazzling
From yesterday's long soaking-
But now the storm's departed
Leaving a battered garrison of misshapen clouds
Wearing that bold brass December light
The winding road opening
To long views of rust-red buttes-
Rumbling the long way OUT
Takes your breath
Confirming the charmed life
That's found you
-for Gary Snyder
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