Montana Mountain Town

stands of
aspen quake
while magpies, rabbits,
deer, stroll in town to graze and sniff
at garden's efforts to be neat behind white gates, though
nature overwhelms as the fences here and there fall down, and snow starts in September.
Sidewalks crumble, schemes' energies resign to rubble.
Dusk arrives with rumble of dark
turkeys' flapping rise
to evening's old
oak tree