7/16/20
The Gore Range
a man:
equal parts Dog and Soldier,
stoic, angular, and flowing,
straining/painting, then gliding
through the bones and bumps of the hills;
moving as does the land,
the afternoon Rain
like clockwork and marbles on his garb.
his Weapon swings in stride along his flank,
its weight and balance and cutting, airy slender
continually noticed in the fingers of his right hand,
its presence appreciated and only superficially encumbering;
more self than other,
more extension than thing.
he unsheathes it,
slicing the foes in his path with
inward, just-restrained bliss.
They are Alive.
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