A date with death
On the high Wyoming plateau
Premonition in dreams,
December when the ground lay bare
And sunlight shone golden
On vast windy rangelands,
North out of Rock Springs
Ominous snowclouds gather
Sioux death-rattles in the bottom of the mind-
The pickup out of gas
Many miles down some wrong turn
Off State Highway 39
Where the road ends
Under swaying cottonwoods
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