down the coastline, we

were too determined

to leave. When the sheets

of rain blew our blanket

away, drenched our skin

we didn’t complain. We

knew we asked for it

full. The cows content

in the paddock bellow

Their moans like thunder

roll through the valley as if

they know, they see

something coming

The women stared

knowingly at the painting

The sailboats made

for seafaring

all of them docked

floating in the bay

We came here

for the view

Some call it

perspective

Even on the cold slopes

there were signs

of life. Pine trees

marched up the trail

blocked the snowy

wind

After the panic attack

in the cave, I was

too shaken to drive

So we rode the boat

down the Green River

All I could think about

were the people who died

something fast

something beautiful

It wasn’t a train wreck

per se, just two blue

engines in a standoff

waiting to see who

would make the first move

are slowly dying out

casinos keep them alive

Locals wage their paychecks

Strangers make bets

on riverboats hoping

for a win, leaving

with empty wallets