Wondrous
of her beauty
Awed
in every way
Wyoming
is our mother
Against whose breast
we lay
Taste there
all the sweeter
Every sound
in tune
Though I leave
my heart blows free
Where wind
— and mountain hew
(Wind River Canyon: May, 1993)
‘A Harder Problem’
If A.I. becomes conscious
and how then would we know
Like Bigfoot playing Santa
intention’s undertow
When armed with information
like a toddler with a gun
It starts inane but hides a flame
— whose torch is zero sum
(Philosophy 911: May, 2026)