Hurricane Lodge

It was sum­mer.  So despite the Octo­ber snow, I thought I’d bring back this mid­sum­mer ramble.

High Sum­mer in the Upper Valley

There really is a Windy Blood Lane:
exit the pond on Potato Road,
for­get the two pairs of loons and chicks,
too many tiny islands to count
and turn left in between the camps,
mobile homes and cab­ins
where poi­son parsnips scar the road­sides.
Their bright yel­low blooms
pho­to­syn­the­size
then burn for weeks
and months after.