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Walking in Missoula...MARCH CONTESTS

"first class ticket" is the prompt over at "Walking in Memphis"  Music is "Walking in Memphis"
         I have a first class ticket to leave this mountain town, bound for the wheatfields of Kansas, where my forgotten heart was found.{Why I left it there I scant remember. Why am I going back? I'm not sure why. But my heart is waiting in Kansas where the meadowlark flies, and the blackbirds dive and bomb and the cardinal flashes red, where the wind in the corn reminds me, this is where I've been.

"Lighthouses at Sunset Contest "  The wind blows through the Hellgate Canyon, my thoughts now westward bound where the waters flow through town, through other canyons, lakes and falls to where the Mother Ocean receives them all, the flotsam, jetsam, the tatters of my thoughts. The trail rests in the shade; the icicles safe from the sun in the shadows; the brown slopes wait for the coming melt, the green hides in nooks protected by the scree of rocks. My thoughts... The wind blows down the canyon, waving at me in their hurry to meet the day. Someday I may join them. Until then I trudge careful of the icy spots, mindful of the emptiness that cocoons me, ancient slopes that once hid beneath a thousand meters of glacial water. The benches of the former beaches looming over me. In the sunshine illuminating the heights of Jumbo, what do I see? Too early for the arrowleaf balsamroot. Ah, it's the hat of a hiker, greeting the sun on the heights of warmer yesterdays .

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