Crystal air
Constant peaks
Beating sun
Wind that speaks
Burned out woods
Roaring falls
Still lakes
Glacier's gall
Majesty vast
Leaves you breathless
Except the crowd
All feckless
Going-To-The-Sun Road Confrontation
In Glacier National Park
the Going-To-The-Sun Road
traversers its breathtaking crags
and the stunning, sweeping, awe-inspiring
surroundings shrunk when we stopped.
There was construction.
And the lollipop man
(who was either drunk or exceptionally volatile)
argued with the lady from AZ in front of us.
She had threatened him with her car.
Came on to fast, stopped too short.
She called him a redneck,
he probably called her a bitch.
It was the most petty intimate pointless nastiness
made even more small and inconsequential and ludicrous
by the soaring shale cliffs above
and the meandering river valley below.
Proof, if it was ever needed, how unworthy we human's can be.
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