Not around here, where
Wild horses are more
Recent than ancient,
The streams too narrow,
Washes seasonal,
Crayfish more common
Than abundant trout—
Even fisher-folk
In ancient, lean times
Only fished part time.
Still, you see a sign
Advertising art
Shows in Durango,
And you consider
Why it sounds so fine
In an age of roads,
Signals through the skies,
International
Supply chains, the world
Arguably more
Gaia than ever,
To contemplate Wild
Horses or Ancient
Fishing—the hard lives
Bright, evocative,
Your mind hooked and caught
By something moving
Through phrases, small wild
Otherness in words.
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