You Big Tease

By Dave Reuss, Spring 2013

I hate this.
Goddamn spring.
Sloppy streets mock
Muddy trails evict you.
But then, the sun shines
So clean and warm, teasing.
Dreams of red, sunburned bellies
And cheap laughs on the Madison.
Days where dark doesn’t mean cold.
Campfires become entertainment,
Instead of necessary for survival.
Bold blues and sharp greens,
On a cliff up in the Gallatin,
Chuckling at the laughter
Down at House Rock.
But… never mind it.
A bit more snow.
Back to limbo.
Forget it.
Almost.