Jake’s up there
On the mountainside
Above the cabin.
He’s not just a bear.
He’s our own free solitary souls up there.
Lonely and brave.
The last cowboys. Us.
I was thinking about writing an essay
On global warming:
Conservation, consumerism,
Cattle raising and such.
An essay.
An essay.
Jake’s up there.
The apples and the berries
Froze out this year.
And the springs are drying up.
He can hear the hounds in the distance
Just like I can. And I can see the
Rednecks prowling in their trucks.
I keep trying to redesign
The pipelines from the spring.
Redesign.
Redesign.
Jake keeps breaking in.
Biting into the plastic pipes.
And breaking up my water system.
Plastic.
Plastic.
My water system.
My plastic pipes.
He’s alone up there
I know he is.
Going to bed hungry,
Thirsty and tired.
He could kill me with a single stroke.
I don’t want to die.
But, Lord, I’d love to look him in the eye.
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