fifty miles
thrust up from
desert floor
like a snow cone
icy mountain
dripping winter's lace
... Mt Lemon
only fifty miles from
this maze I'm
threading through
cracker box houses
snaking sidewalks
parks
playgrounds
groomed gravel
desert trees
...barking dogs
most pleasant 78 degrees
I've felt in forever
fifty miles
and that icy mountain
is another world
looks so cold I
don't even wanna
be there
gimme the
groomed gravel
and snaking sidewalks
today
it gets 90
forget the desert
I'll take the mountain
that way in my mind too
only fifty miles from
feeling good about myself
or having work to do
get up get out
walk and
keep walking
so come summer
I can climb
Copyright © Steven Young | Year Posted 2024
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