montrose, colorado
coming off the top of the black canyon
leaving freedom
the clouds darken every corner
of the sky on the way down
resembling jackboot imprints
no that's not an overstatement
quarter horses fidget in the corral
the dust of an empty
desperate empire stirs
like a storm of locusts
tacking their way in autopilot
no way of knowing
if there's a news blackout
we keep the radio off
talk over various scenarios
listen for the mountain jay
--- e b bortz
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