Wyoming

July 16, 2013: Wyoming

Yellowstone, drinking,

My hood up against the nearing cold.

From Badlands to Black Hills,

we struggled over the mountains,

Pausing to let acrid smoke dissipate,

Cooling the brakes.

Wyoming whiskey tastes like

everything here.

Wide open and

barren, but lush with a sense of

possibility,

anything could happen in the scrub brush.

Born out of want

gold from thin air

as much as from suffering.

Profit from the blood

of those who came before

(were here first)

As much

as desire

for those who would come after.

July 16, 2013: Bison, Yellowstone