I fall asleep to the sound of the elk
across the way
How Impolite. Let me at em’. Giggle, they make me smile.
I wake to a mountain wind and nothing there.
Polite. Room to breathe.
I wake and stretch naked.
Dig unpainted toes into the dirt
And jump screaming into the tall grass
Like the younger self that used to know
And west was
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