Monday, July 5, 2010


Shimmers in the heat
Fenceposts give way
To the colored moving specks of cattle
Mirages in the distance
Yet real
Across a vast unending landscape
A sky so blue so cloudless so dry
Mountains frame the boundaries
Some looking like they were carved
By the ever-present wind
Peaks curved at the top like dunes in the desert
The road rolls away
The taste of dust
The delicious scent of sage
All things are possible under this sky
In this West

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