Robert Ronnow
                                                                                Brother Death

            Chambermaid with Ravens

The Aberdeen bus arrives, deposits and boards
the same people daily. One is the dark-haired
chambermaid at the tourist lodge, awkward
in her print dress and wearing a scowl. Her
breasts look soft although her legs are
not perfect. The sun evaporates moisture

and with fire-blackened face I buy a popsicle
after work and achieve a counterfactual
childhood. This is what the chambermaid scowl
is about, the frozen treat and sneakers of a grown man.
On a summer night what passions
would I find in her? We take our place in the pattern

of daily activity, pick-up trucks with crews
arriving and leaving, uniformed rangers narrow
in their imaginations. Two ravens fly low
over the unit like weather, in weather, there will
be weather. Felling trees in the forest, I look uphill.
Two ravens float like hawks, wind holds them still.

Copyright 2001 & 2007 by Robert Ronnow.