WYOMING INTERROGATIVE / MILTON JORDAN

Do you remember that table, wooden
with benches attached, where we stopped one June
in Pinedale for lunch and debated
if or not we had sat at that same table
three years back in September returning
from our late season visit to Glacier,
not the time we stayed at the rustic log
Boulder Inn so new you smelled fresh cut timber,
but before that when I was too cheap
to reserve rooms in pricier places
when noon at that higher elevation
was even cooler and the park smelled of fall
and we drove four hours on to Rawlins
for a less expensive motel room,
that table anchored among evergreens
scattered between us and the trail we tried
once to walk along Boulder Creek?

MILTON JORDAN / GEORGETOWN, TX 

Milton Jordan reads his form rejection letters to his partner in Georgetown, Texas, once or twice a week. Unlike his poems, Anne does not set these to music.