cards say I'm home 400 miles today
450 yesterday from Many Glacier too
much driving alone "reading" novels
each peak beckons if I only could
falling through land forms hidden
canyons lost towns empty stretches
trees wheat grass rocks road crazy
gets to you passing never staying
I only talk to the help nothing say
to anyone else but platitudes the
usual mountain goats astonishing
steeps unimaginable other lives
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