your eyes on the mountains.
the blur of green beneath them stretching towards you.
the land is large.
& beneath this huge sky there's a dot of activity. ropes swinging.
branding smoke.
big hats.
hours of doing what I love.
all week my life was filled with this.
ropes swinging.
dust in my eyes.
ropes swinging.
& now this is my last calf.
a tear slips down, making a trail through the dust.
I pop my dallys.
& I am done for the year.
hugs to the cowboy friends.
hugs to swinging ropes & fishburn ranch.
I love you.
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