afternoon melancholy

I drove past
a herd of antelope
today–
strong, free, proud.
Spirit of the West.

funny thing, though
these antelope
these antelope they stood
on a road, black pavement.

antelope, standing quietly.
on a road.

but wait: yesterday

i drove past
a crew of pavers.
hardened, brown, sweltering in the sun.
a new road for
a new subdivision

a field of grass
brown, green and waving
in the warm, wyoming wind.
the eye follows the fence
to the horizon. barbed wire.

except where it breaks:
an entrance for a new road.

what is this? so hard,
black, smooth, unnatural.
will our grass grow here?
can we run here now?

will we be pushed out?

their questions, or
mine. as I drove past
a herd of antelope today

standing (perhaps bewildered)
on a new, black road
for a new sub-division.

About Mark Egge

Two truths and a lie: Mark Egge is an outdoor enthusiast, opera singer, and a transportation data scientist. He lives in Bozeman, Montana.
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