Swelling Valley - John Greaves

Every valley swells up and turns

Black with desire

To be the last frontier

Desire is

Abalone and Silver Bow

Cowboy towns

Swell like bell-metal

For the sheer hell of it

This is not all pleasure

Either:

Make my crooked straight

My rough places plain

No frontier

No matter how rough

Includes itself as data

Which brings us to the desert

We swelter in

No plain was ever rougher

Nothing plainer