Cosmic Dreamcatcher's Ride

Across the way, I can replay Scenes from the past, like a wandering day Of hope and tenderness on the blue bus Among riders, hurried but generous. As such stars passed through Montana, eyes stared, With nice young men, jobless, steeped in despair, Yet, still the road offered joy and surprises, Bright beaches beneath friendly sunrises. Felt like an odyssey beaming with light, And together we basked in shared delight. An Indigenous man offered his lore Of fertile wild land and truths we'd ignored. There was such shared hope interspersed with pain, Each mile a drumbeat, each gain our domain.