I wasn’t lying about the bison.
I watched them nearly every day,
big huffing beasts with mountains
for shoulders, grazing the valley
where the old river goes by.
The whole summer went like this.
You see, I was enamored
torched alive each evening by their
movement, their dark marble eyes.
Have I told you, friend,
their shoulders were like mountains?

Sometimes, you love a thing because
it is. That’s all. You watch it go on,
despite weather, despite pain,
without you.

Travis earned his bachelor’s degree in English from Southeastern Oklahoma State University in 2010. After college he spent several years working in various national parks out west. His work has appeared in BarnstormAscentRaleigh Review, The Tishman Review, and The Cossack Review. Currently he lives in Bozeman, Montana.