Mountain Drive

To drive again

Up into those hills

Past the Rez Mission

.

And beyond

The pavements end

To look down

.

On dry stream beds

Marked only

By aspens

.

They have

Turned yellow

And grasp its edges

.

Waiting for winter

And then

The spring

.

They and I

Both wait

For spring

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