Moonlight gilds creases

of a chilly creek searching

for bedding in the hollow.

The stain of burnt cedar

seeps down the hillside

trailing after truck tires

singing down the scale

along the highway.

Sparks from a freight train

splice through the fog

spraying souvenirs

of first beginnings.


Jerome L. McElroy


*Accepted in Midwest Poetry Review (April 2000).