December Poem

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...