in the valleys and plains
below the tetons
the early morning has a special chill
even in july
at first light
the old dog
gets me up
like a puppy
ready to find
the universe
his black paw lifts
towards elk sometimes bison
jumping out of the tent
as the zipper opens
his head eyes nose
become one with the land
our only constant
are the smooth stones
scattering in the ever changing
gros ventre riverbed
--- e b bortz
(published in earth notes and other poems, Least Bittern Books, 2015)
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