- Lost Boys of the Upper Great Plains, and: Lost Boys of the Upper Great Plains, and: Lost Boys of the Upper Great Plains
Joe Wilkins, Upper Great Plains, Spokane
Lost Boys of the Upper Great Plains
Every six feet of three-deep ditch,we clatter downour shovels & go shoveour heads
in the horse trough. Sometimes,even though he tells me
not to, I open my eyesin there. Columns of algae,trusses of alkali
& rust, & oncethe bones
of a rat or a kitten or whatever—the bones anyway beautiful
in the rotlight. [End Page 71]
Lost Boys of the Upper Great Plains
Why every year we goto the Miles City Bucking Horse Sale & Rodeo,I’ll never know
though roll a drunk clown& you’ve got enoughfor burgers & dilly bars at the Dairy Queen,or a round of poppers at whatever sad saloon will have you,
or a godblessed handle& two Gatorades blue as angels—
enough to whirl & black
six or so hours& beneath the arms of a cottonwoodwake
on the gravel by the pissing creek, starslittle nails in your night-eyes, blood
all over your mouthlike you got hit or bit someone,& no shoes. Your heartwhangs. Just fucking whangs.
How’d you loseyour shoes? [End Page 72]
Lost Boys of the Upper Great Plains
Out of St. Regis I wave downa white-haired Indianin a Ford pickup& have to ride in the bed,like when we were just goddamn kids
we rode everywhere,& by everywhere
I mean nowhere,I mean by five hundred milesI’m farther now than I have ever been—
each mountain the green face of God,each river deep & clear as prayer,
so I bang on the back windowuntil he lets me out, even waitsthe old fool, while I strip & from a trestle leapinto a pool so cold
it hurts my teeth, so coldI can’t sleep or all the way
to Spokane stop from grinning. Spokane,where the Indian buys me a burger& shakes my hand.
City wind then,gutters strung with broken soda cups,
a baby stroller with three wheelsin the verge weeds. That way,a tire place. This way,the Goodwill. I told Lacy
I’d write, & sogo this way. In Spokane, I guess,I’ll do the things I say I will. [End Page 73]
JOE WILKINS is the author of a memoir, The Mountain and the Fathers, and the poetry collections Notes from the Journey Westward and Killing the Murnion Dogs. His work has appeared in The Pushcart Prize, and he is a National Magazine Award finalist. He lives with his family in western Oregon and teaches writing at Linfield College.