Hollow’s echo lives
on this switchback road
far from the one
I traveled young
at the north end
of Laramie mountains.
Wind whips dust
into my mouth.
No caresses here
No Casper promises
of fairytale cabin
hiding ‘round the bend
with cousins laughing
and dogs barking.
No meatloaf sandwiches
With Kool-Aid chasers.
No spidery outhouse
to mock my Sunday best.
The Montucky Review
2012