The golden shadows
bouncing
off the cliffs.

The majestic mountains rolling past.
And the stampede of the elk
near the creek.

Followed by
A grassy square
with four antler arches.

Then there’s the
Horses’ hooves a-clacking
The beeps of the cars a-backing

And hundreds
scaling the Grand Teton
not yet covered by snow.

Fields of
Monkshood, Fireweed, and Larkspur,
Gilia, Columbine, and Campion
never forgetting to paint a landscape
so colorful.

The shrieks of children laughing and playing.
The snores of an old man napping
on the rocks with a headdress.
And the shrill call of a magpie.

But in the midst of all that’s nearby,
no one notices the sky.