SCOUT FALLER

pastorale

there are no hunters
here, no deer. the eye
avoiding capture gives over
to pure object, a tree igniting
out of season, transmission
hovering over property lines.
once a troubadour this
song becomes a
resonance past. her hair was important.
i bothered the hills with it. now i gather
residuals without address i am not
thoughtless, i am evading
employment like a woman’s “important”
vacation, sunstruck in dolores.

Scout Faller is a Pushcart-nominated poet and recipient of the Leijia Hanrahan Scholarship for Communist Women Who Smoke. They have been published in Antiphony, Grotto, and Noir Sauna, and Peel Lit. They are rarely bored.