A closer longview

on the road southeast of Ashton
they climb on my left from a small fistfull
of foothills out my half-open window
standing then swallowed by thick clouds
then standing again
driving thinking 
head & heart ache
as I crest each rise

sometimes my longview’s not so long
sheer immense majesty pulling
the eye closer & closer into its blue
rugged-soft soul the edges
bright but out of focus
for all the reaching & longing I do
I find the shoulder park & get out leaving

the door open a few blinks small headshake & breath
a look at my boots as knowingly worn & askew
as my stance is unknowingly purposeful
full silentness in gravel cooling-engine-ping
winter-into-spring brown grass pinestands
Tetons clouds brushstroke of an eagle’s forever-
sudden flight here now

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