Utah Division
after the cloudburst
buzzard spreads his wings
for Drying & orders coffee–
could I actually get used to
being called “hon”?
Reinvented
in mountain time
I talk more
with strangers and have
to pee less
Click
in this forgotten canyon
lamped by moonglow
Why did I just lock the cabin?
Investor
A short swift fall
into bankruptcy shall
not be my fate—
I squat to collect
a dark brown feather
Directions
enough aspen
chic already
let’s drive
back to
green river
and buy
more melons
Paul Hadella is from Talent, Oregon and he and his wife recently celebrated retirement with a road trip that inspired these poems.
