WEST BEQUETTE

 

It’s been years since

we circled the section

of steep pasture between

 

the creek and Antelope Valley,

reading tracks and trading

memories of battling bucks—

 

the merge of gathers

spinning in a blur

of wild oats.

 

It’s how the ground reminds us

who we were and who we are

once again.

 

 

3 responses to “WEST BEQUETTE

  1. Love this poem. Thank you!

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  2. Touches my heart, John.

    janet

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