Articles/Essays – Volume 41, No. 1
A Proposal
When your snow melts,
pick a late spring day,
and wear your Levis.
I’ll find a pair of old boots,
fit you in a worn saddle,
and take you up my canyon,
pass falls and creeks,
crisp with the roar of
winter’s flow, up through
fresh green aspens,
stepping over roots and worry,
spurring on through rocks and
muscle, and the sweaty pull
of something bigger
than ourselves.
Then we’ll surrender to
a thousand wild mountain
flowers, forcing trails to end.