Note—From eight years ago on this date.
Yesterday morning my old Shimer
friend Teri Loeb casually wrote in a Facebook status entry, “On
my way home from Idaho. Didn’t realize that it was a real place. LOL”
More than a little groggy from an overnight shift, I posted a reply.
Later, I looked at it and realized
it was a poem in hiding.
Here it is, all dressed up in line breaks and poetic form without an
altered word.
Accidental Idaho
Some of it is imaginary.
Break the
crest of the Lolo trail
on one of
the few summer days
when it is
clear of snow
where
Lewis and Clark labored heavily
over the
Divide and look out over
the
blue-green world by a wandering creek
and off in
the distance you swear
you can
see the smoke of a Nez Percé fire.
And in
rustling wind you think you may dimly hear
the hoof beats of their Appaloosas
—Patrick
Murfin
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