I was so glad to finally reach the trail
a wooden spider
witnessing the cinnamon bird
kill a friend
climbing up burnt sugar
sideways after the frothy waters
I forgot the hurricane the volcano
Nature a tired sliding becoming thinner
specked yellow fat licking dusty skunk air
At the edge of the abyss cougar and lynx out for the view
aspen twirling weaving clouds close by the lake
It's faster at least looking up again where all the action is
it is so beautiful
spelled out
in a certain magazine
Read the owl the jackrabbit short lives narrowing
The chocolate river freely
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