Having withdrawn
from the contest,
I live on the edge of town
with a mind for mountains.
I learned that dogs will follow
if you point your feet
in the other direction.
So will
the heart
pounding whole
in places where
musk of warm earth
vapors with the fragrance of spruce.
There is always only one world.
It is simple yet
confounding,
to walk the line
between
culture and nature.
One is where
transcendence is possible
for a few.
One is where
it is.
Love this one, James.
Thanks John.