Heat of Summer

Revised picture compliments of Joe Boyd.
Classic rock wisdom of the week: "love is like oxygen, too much and you get high, not enough and you die."
The past week -
sunday night,
finish Jailbird by vonnegut
monday,
ranch laundry in town
horse fly trap construction
tuesday,
trail blazing and exploration
shoveling horse shit
Its interesting that on the east coast the concept of working on a ranch is seen as an adventure of a lifetime. In wyoming however, the ranch is a job similar to any other. most enjoy their job and thats why they do it.
wedensday,
hiking camp. only a stake through the heart will send the horse fly, spawn of satan, back to hell. possibly too many vampire movies. time spent sitting on logs in woods discussing everything.
science fiction; Rule Golden by Damon Knight, kyle if you get bored, find and read Incommunicado by Kathreine MacLean; not incredibly written but interesting.
Thursday,
trash to dump in town
splitting wood
painting the barn
swim in the lake
dinner dishes and serving
Friday,
cleaning cabins
working with kyler, hes 16 and a wyoming regular, a good kid. reminds me of luke occasionally.
i've decided that at 16 you think you know everything and you have no idea how to say it, but you try again and again to say it anyway. at 20 i still think i know everything and i even think i could say it fairly well, but i am a lot less likely to admit this to others. someday i'll learn.
tomorrow morning,
death canyon

Thunderstorm

A thousand hands
rolling under hills
of beating snares
unaware tapping tips
five off beat
fingers muffled as
if outside laughing
sounds between cotton
sheets of tumbling
maleable spheres creamy
center of sunlight
now very faint
clouded muddy stream
of conscious flowing
freely falling dropping
through open space
too cramped for
clacking bellowing energy
a thousand hands.