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Updated: Jul 9, 2020

on the road southeast of Ashton they climb on my left from a small fistfull of foothills out my half-open window standing then swallowed by thick clouds then standing again driving thinking head & heart ache as I crest each rise sometimes my longview’s not so long sheer immense majesty pulling the eye closer & closer into its blue rugged-soft soul the edges bright but out of focus for all the reaching & longing I do I find the shoulder park & get out leaving the door open a few blinks small headshake & breath a look at my boots as knowingly worn & askew as my stance is unknowingly purposeful full silentness in gravel cooling-engine-ping winter-into-spring brown grass pinestands Tetons clouds brushstroke of an eagle’s forever- sudden flight here now

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