05/17/2025
Wake up
and smell the sage
Wanderlust
This way mamma
this way
These hills
whisper stories
of another time
Not long ago in terms of this world
When the footprints here
Were the Nuche, the Ute
And when the footprints left here
were larger than my body
Heavy and reptilian
or winged
Oh the bones
That whisper beneath my feet
of times before
Birdsong echo
Serpents slither
Seeds afloat
The stream runs to meet the river
the stories keep floating
away
