Thursday, May 12, 2016
CHASING THE PAST
She knelt among the hillside flowers
And touched the bachelor buttons.
Quiet blues that stretched
To the mountains before her.
Above the mountains,
Low clouds hung
Out of balance
With the sky,
And drifted
Over pine forests,
To the camouflaged past
Of deer, elk, mountain lion and bear,
Where hunters, dressed in skins,
Crouched, waiting for the hunt to begin.
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