property saga-poem

Pipestone pass

or the continental divide

Homestake Pass

and the Hollywood screenwriters place

windswept,unremodelled

garbage pit full of

antique relics, garbage,

and God knows what else

large chunks of crystals

garnets and mica dust

rocks

dilapidated cabin by

the side of the highway

our dream place?

with the allready existent studio

like my studio

"there's hot geothermal water nearby"

"maybe on your land"

says the realtor

sweet as pie

hair piled a mile high

that greenhouse,so charming

in it's rundown state

belying the hailstorms

with busted out glass windows

"we're moving to a quarter million dollar house"

says the current occupants

as if quarter million dollar

with it's word million

had some fairy tale significance to it

your dream

my dream

subdivision vision

log shack by the side of the highway

"Butte's only 25 miles away"

in the summer

"why this community is nestled in the bosom of agriculture"

"that's right"

"it's rural living at it's best"

"with a real sense of community"

"Hey I got some unpatented mining claims to sell ya"

"reeeeeal cheap"

"Why, if you hold onto those long enough"

"you'll have yourself a goldmine all over again"

(written in 1995 while looking for property in Montana)