chalk/oil pastels
Out there in the open, is where I feel it
The hard edges of the city long replaced as
saged arroyos and drifts of anthills
and antelope racing past ancient drawings
if I'm lucky I might find a magpie feather
below the barbed wire cattle fences
Out there is where the portal opens
Where the healing happens
where my intentions for the year are spoken
where life is celebrated, the heartbeat drum
lost in reverie
near Hart Mountain National Antelope Refuge -Plush, Oregon
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