Thursday, January 2, 2014

Montana, or was it Wyoming

On top of it all, her belly told us it was stressed
and full of candied flowers that drooped down within the carcass
Downwind it told stories rich of free range cowboys
It took the rest to plow up and kiss the underbelly 
We scampered by, like we didn't notice ourselves, lost in the maze of bear spray and unmarked trail heads


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