To be brazenly a bum
Unapologetic
Answering to no compunction
Of clock or calendar or skedull
Yes to have all the morning to oneself!
And all the slow measure of afternoon
By evening sitting on a rough bluff
Looking over The Big Sandy
Or walking the starry bliss
Of crushed quartz where the road ends
In Wyoming,
Silent lightning far-off--
Flashing in the blue Tetons
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