When it’s springtime in the Rockies
And my lips are turning blue
I’ll be slogging through the blizzard
like a brain dead caribou…
That first hint of life beginning anew, the annual transformation,
its throat in long tubercular coughs that turn rain into birdshot, sleet...
Springtime in the Rockies
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