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The Heat of the Moment

(Cabin Sunset, summer 2025)

The Heat of the Moment

Settling into our new mountain cabin,
Dogs and humans equally overheated
In the shadeless August afternoon,
The only way to be is naked.

Stuff strewn around 
Bed to one side, kitchen the other,
Camp chairs with panting dogs 
On an old Persian rug in-between.

Cabin with unfinished interior
Waits for insulation, paneling and flooring,
But in this moment nothing is missing
Except maybe a fan.

No water we haven’t brought,
Nor power not in some kind of rechargeable battery,
Yet we find a strong signal FM station 
Playing one classic rock song after another.

And it takes me back to another time
Living as a 70’s teen in the suburbs when FM was king,
Then in the 80’s as a young man off grid in the hills 
When a stack of cassettes was all we had or wanted.

Those youthful times, family and friends are long gone
And yet here I am in old age,
Living the good life again with new family and friends
Still rocking on, out of time, out mind.

(8/10/25)

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