And the hits just keep on coming! These are snapshots, just as surely as photos are.
Eight point buck on springs
Crossed the highway cleared the fence
Only my heart stopped
Red gold light of dawn
Fire leaping peak to spire
Igniting bird song
Who fought and died here
The roadside marker won't tell
Dry facts bloody ghosts
Constraint makes rivers
Turbulent and dangerous
Gentle flows are free
God Country Guns Cars
Boise folks mow their own lawns
No parking bike lanes
Gobbling up the miles
Giddy from eau de asphalt
Ethel is greedy
Crawling up this hill
Afraid I'll never summit
Don't know why I'm here
Launching down the hill
Wondering how fucked I am
The price of freedom
Come on now, writers! I know you can do better than this....
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