sitting alone thinking how things go

i saw a single bison
walking down the road
like a homeless man
on a mountain bike
in a giant fur coat

and thought how lonely
he looks lumbering
towards me so pendulously

i stopped and waited
in hungry dread silence
while he took his twelve hundred
pounds and passed me by
for a half-hour

what is that
but long lost love
and a broken man?

i drove on another mile
before i found the herd
chewing away at summer-yellowed grass

the young calves
with their red fur playing
in the wyoming sunshine

and their mothers so happily
ignorant.