He brought a touch of tundra to
Manangatang. Reindeer seemed to graze
where corrugated iron glistened. Haze
hid sleet and beechwood. Sleds seemed
somewhere near. He stood between
the store and slowdown sign and grinned
through dust that passing trucks sucked up. It’s true
there’s not a lot to smile at in
Manangatang, but on the other hand
there’s not much else to do.