cody drives his cattle home
through the far country after
the first frost each fall.
there in the desert beyond
shoshone buttes,
solace is found alone.
his head fills with urban
thoughts for the first week out-
until the desert silence drives
the peddlers from the temple
of his mind.
the high country is like that.
where the indian paintbrush
burns without being consumed,
there, too, does his heart.
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Interesting to know.
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