Cooke City, 2024, poem by Shawn The sound of nothing, but the small, light crackles land On trees that surround Crossing tracks of other animals on similar paths, but not the same External stillness, internal wonder and hope, presence in the path Green castle, towers, smooth, pillow fields, and new life Not a man in sight Love you and thank you from Vt and SLC And again next year ❤️ Plus my person favorite. Peace, love, and chili Beans in my belly are great Time to go poopy 💩