High Mountain Melt in Wyoming

By on May 31, 2015 in Featured, Poetry

Dog running through mountain field in spring

comes like the evergreen motion of spring, makes this boy
      who lives twenty five miles from anyone his age, his own
best friend, makes May’s bright blue air…red pools of water
                  on red-dirt roads and a mud dirty dog running beside

him biting the air in celebration, his reason to be in this sense-
                drenched, sun-warmed spirit of the earth in revolution…

sharing the dog’s delight to be alive, singing it in the endless
      soprano syllables releasing winter from a dry brown silence,
and terrible loneliness of its stores of ice and snow. Love
                  loose again on the ‘Snowy Range’, he sings out his

faith in the future to his mother…wanna’ see me empty
        the mud puddle…wanna see me jump the dog…wanna’

see me do a wheelie…staccato syllables slicing the air like
      “Laramie River’s” priapic thrust down glistening flanks
of canyon walls, percussive rhythms seeking the inexhaustible
                  mouth of high mountain meadows, expectations

swelling in the sweet ache of spring calling them to more,
      more, more…nothing but the future he declaims when he

falls, “…didn’t hurt, wanna’ see me do it again!” everything
          out in front, begging them to chase the sky blue butterfly,
delighted with the mystery of things they can’t catch, and
                  the river’s wild freedom, flinging a fence post as if a leaf,

one he helped his father make secure with dirt and wire up
      river—free again to make jazz impressions upon the eye,

as it surges back in time—joining chaste green beginnings
        of sense-drenched, sun-warmed spirit of bright blue skies
surging toward the exaggerated glory of autumn, already growing
               in dark red buds waiting in wet black branches of trees.


As an athlete, English Teacher, lover of music, father, husband and citizen of the world, Larsen Bowker finds the themes and ambiguities which flourish in his poems. He is particularly grateful to magazines like Wild Violet, who offer him a place where his love of poetry finds a place where his words find a larger audience. In the illustrations that accompany their poems, readers find a way to take more from the poem than they would otherwise. He has had poems appear recently in Atlanta Review, Coal City Review, and Common Ground Review. His seventh book of poems, Elegiac Dialogues, came out in 2017.