I can hear the Yellowstone from where I sit,
but the sound doesn't call me closer,
doesn't beg my toes to wiggle in for a dip.
She's an angry woman these days,
all brown and swirling, she's ferocious.
I got too close yesterday and she snarled.
Give her a little time and after the mountains
have melted all they are going to melt,
she'll be clear and splashy and dippable again.
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