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Happenstance man long limbed artificial sight.
When I sit alone, and all my choices flow into one thing                              
I am youth again and I remember
The cold wetness of early winter storms
Upper Piedra Lisa canyon 
not far from the house
I grew up there and I changed 
And how I loved to be there on the high ridges 
Looking down into the lower canyons. 
But then I would turn again
Face back towards the higher mountains
Away from all the city spread
I knew then that a time would come
A time when I would go up there 
Never come down. Knowing                                                 I would never grow old.                                                                                             
                                                                                                                                   

I would do that in an instant if I could

Be there walking again with one or two good old dogs
Into the hills. The trail would be vague
The destination would be vacant
My only concern would be where to rest
When a time to rest arrived.
The high ridgeline saddle above always looked good
But even when I'd first see them I'd know
It is too windy up there far too exposed
So we'd go that high up to those saddles
And then we would drop down again
Into the back land in around upper Oso pass                                                        
Where the main buttress of South Sandia peak's 
Stony west facing walls would rise directly above us
The wind there would be blocked 
As would all of the views
Of the shit I had left behind. 

I have always known that I'll be there again
When the time was right and even today
Sitting here in this god forsaken place
I am not convinced 
That I ever really left.

                    (October 2011)

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