growing up watching the fictitious
Flirtation with life within a yukon
canyon working out the weights
It need to lose.
as cellos stands there wasting
Under Nineteen year old eyes
postal coded escapees trained too
Swim and breath.
Lovers of homemade Libation raising
Home Brews to the reservation
of a harmonious kingdom
As root beers grow inside
terracotta moulds under windless pine.
Here’s a hill you can climb
If you want memory’s of your own
you can take tea overlooking
remains of a dried Out Atlantic.
You could dress in deco seams and pull a thread
From Greek myths and still not see a end.