By Mark Miner, upon return from his vacation.

See the hills swoop
sculpted by wind and God
now rolling, now plunging
wallows and ridges
cottonwood skyscrapers
greedily guzzling from lazy streams that don't mind in the least
That kind of country don't mind in the least
Come outside
relish the sun
be permeated by the prairie wind
let it flow between your molecules
until you are fresh
hung out on God's clothesline
to air out
in Wyoming

 

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