When we came down the Mist trail we
were bears in the bear-warning-video
hungry hairy (strong Samsons)
tufted in dirt
willing to devour cars—
When we came through
the sea of people parted
like sheared sheep and we
waved the scissors above our heads
singing something about rivers
When we were juggernauts with
mosquito hickeys and
the mist pillowy and new lifting
all our shit off our backs
great and empty beer cans rattling
in our packs stories smoke dances
we were skinny dipping
with John Muir & his beard
—what a creature
what a creation
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