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Tag: mythic grit
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July 16, 2025 •1520
Back Forty
7.10.25 – 7.15.25 early mornings and late nights
A cruising altitude of 36,000 feet and 500 knots falls behind me.
The overgrown pasture has a muggy, low hold on early afternoon sun. Beat out above by wind gusts that even out, granting a forgiving breeze.
A body, now dust, lays to rest where it lived and worked himself to death. One of the last few in a dying breed of mid-western cowboy farmers.
“Had my boots on, at least,” he said before he was trampled one final time.
For Papa – a man who refused to quit no matter how many times he was asked.
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Solstice
Over the shoulder
into dawn -
a bruised and battered sky.
Past the fallen
teardrops of honey
so goes the field hands' cry.
Through cedar boughs
melting off entoiling ice -
a freshly minted leave.
In a turning corner,
past their gate
the smokehouse grants reprieve.
Warm smoke trails,
"what's done is done,"
brow's glistening white beads.
Never again,
someday.
Someday
sighs and heaves.
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