At Lake Absarraca
by Scott T. Starbuck

a homeless man
tells me to keep fluoride
out of my Christianity,
or, in other words,
don’t judge him

while another claims
cell towers
are brain forks.

They both
may be right.

On the grassy plain
outside Cheyenne
formerly caged
buffalo and elk
are gone,
and I imagine
something in men
who freed them
was also set free.