in a sundown-darkened valley

I see my tribe gathered

they look up their canyon

to the coppery sunset cliffs

and formulate the thought

on which they will depart the earth--

whether 30 seconds or 30 years

they will be gone--

I sense spirits flying up out of the valley

as I descend--

wondering when will be my time

as I ride into the camp

exchange greetings--

fill a bowl of soup

then fill a bowl and fire it up

dreaming with the others

of all we've known

and will shortly join

under these first stars of evening

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