down the wild sidewalk,
the spirit runs,
early Wyoming morning,
reminding me.
we're driving,
sipping frozen Wild Tribes,
and I am reminded
that I have never fired a rifle.
this day could calm
a fire, a boiling kettle, and quick sleeping
with each sidewalk surprise
like lizards in Florida.
only bigger, bolder,
but still no one bats an eye,
and I am reminded of relevance
and how it changes depending on eyes.