Teton Pass, WY:

Spring storms
give then take away
views of
the mountains.

The peaks seen
then absent,
like children in church
or the weakest
among us
entering hospitals
one last time.

Teton creek
babbles on the overrun.
It’s the drunk
you never tire of hearing.

Early geese land
then quickly take flight.
The ground still a shadow,
many shades
of what isn’t yet here.