What Remains

Standing near six-figure houses
the old barn -- a relic
of the days when milk and meat,
bread and eggs had to be supplied
fresh from the mountaintop
to college boys -- stands,
thicketed by vine and birdsong,
lingering like the sweet
stench of some musky animal --
raccoon or skunk -- that sneaked
under my deck before morning:
still here, still strong.