Dusk comes gold
Off the dust of farmlands
Where tractors still plow
Fields nestled below mountains
Dressed in ribbons of ash.
Forest fires burn fifty miles away
I pray for this landscape
The surreal beauty. Dangerous beauty.
by this chance of disaster
Mount Hood is the color of the flesh
From fresh-cut salmon
the horizon is inked
A color darker than blood
The wind tastes of gin.
Tonight I give thanks
For looking out my window
While driving home. I say a prayer
and under my breath
For beauty that comes
Matt Spohn is receiving his MFA in poetry from Pacific University and lives in Portland, Oregon, with his wife Michelle and their climbing Chihuahua, Zoozoo. Matt has freed El Cap, rapped El Cap, bailed off of El Cap, and had a bag of poo tossed on him on El Cap. He has also freed other big walls around the world. When he’s not climbing, he helps run Stoneworks Climbing Gym and coaches a youth climbing team.
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