Sage Brush
Altitude and butterflies
Memories of a kiss goodbye and tears rimming our eyes
Off to an unvisited state
Images of my purpose flash in my mind
A pair of yellow eyes, spiked guard hairs, a bushy tail
Before I know it
The sun is warming my skin
Buffalo run around me
Montana breeze carries the scent of sage brush
Twelve wolves greet each other right before my eyes
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