A memory of when I was beekeeping in the Olympic Mountains.

RAINIER SUNSET

On eastern slopes of the Olympic Mountains
drive 4,000 ft up twisting rutted rain-gullied tracks
of long-disused logging roads
to a small flat place – an old logging truck turnaround.

There, the ghost of a long-vanished bee yard.
There, memories of beekeepers and fireweed
and a million bees at a long day’s end.

There, look east over Lilliwaup, Dewatto,
Hood Canal and South Sound,
to watch the fading velvet mountain light.

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