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TreesAuthor(s): Peter WildSource: The North American Review, Vol. 266, No. 3 (Sep., 1981), p. 50Published by: University of Northern IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/25124181 .
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PETER WILD
TREES
Often he is bothered by the cleverness of referents, the cowboy caught eyeing the rancher's flat-chested
daughter playing the piano, then building things with his pancakes,
who likes to think he quit before being fired
and loading up his boney horse, sawbuck with a canvas thrown over it,
rides off with his bedroll, his little dog named "Frisky" tied behind the saddle
with a sigh, a chill that lasts all week long into the bromide of the badlands,
there now and then they yap
at a rare bird flying over
with the face of a saint or a terrier,
point at the outline of a fish
in a dry bank dribbling its teeth behind, a beggar once rich
losing his money through a hole in his pocket,
or in the midst of all that sweat and silence
go ooh and ahh over a trove
of petrified wood, wet and sparkling in a wound of the earth, almost fill their saddlebags
with the ancient forest, but jobs
may be had anywhere, and coming out on the other side
he passes up the aguish ranches, instead in town
sells his clothes, sets up shop,
becomes a puppeteer, a jeweler squinting
over what he has found, flattering women,
remembering at last that his ancestors were druids
organizes the first raving symphony orchestra.
50 THE NORTH AMERICAN REVIEW/September 1981
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