Outside Eden, Wyoming
June, 2012
On a billboard: DOOMSDAY MAY 2011.
Wind scouring every yard of its spring garden.
All six thousand years of paper history scatter.
In eons past, pronghorn outran the cheetah.

On Fishing

I near reverence occasionally,
like when kneeling to release trout. I guess

air feels a bit like how the pew must feel:
for the fish, all that sky, just a hard bench.

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