Death by Modern Day
Like a cat moved across country
I make my way home
Pulled by instinct to a Montana
prairie town where I appear
on the porch of a cabin
Curl up with a Border Collie
and a cat named Damn
My worldly wounds licked
until something inside squeezes
And the city cuts close
A haven taken for granted
Bear Paw Mountain beauty
over bleak plains
Brushed in a plein-air painting
that blends into the wall of my mind
I expected equal permanency
from the 700 population
Guaranteed by tradition since
pioneer grandparents handed down
homesteads to chosen children
Leaving leftover siblings
to re...
