There is a mountain in front of me
I set a traps and snares by the glassy river
Hoping to catch a step closer to home
My life is on my back
It comes with me wherever I go
There’s not much of it
But it takes care of itself
Brush off the brambles stick everywhere
My juniper bow gets caught on the wild roses
They and the stream are already beginning to freeze
We will drink with the cattle and the mustangs
Until the snow comes
And we melt the sky to parch our icy throats
You return to your base components
When the spirit has gone
Cast out, despondent in a frozen desert
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