tuesday dusk, pike national forest
merging with the tall pines
the campsites blend
with neighboring
black angus cattle
scores roaming back & forth
separable by four strands
of wire fence
cow voices of many tongues
(in the early morning also)
a mama with full udders
and a calf in tow
she screams doesn't moo
the little one catches up
in a hurry
two thirds of the campers
have moved on
another round will
fill it up by friday night
there are painted rocks
to view the world
windows in fact
a crow sounds off
bringing the distance
closer
--- e b bortz
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