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April 15, 2011

I once hiked
the perfectly named
Desolation Wilderness

beside a high lake
that touched the sky

and in the morning walked on
a wide sidewalk of solid granite
highway through the mountains

delivered then
through verdant forest
ferns and loamy footfalls

to the side of a clear stream
to chew hard crackers and cheese
sipping the cool water that flowed by my feet

when I’m a certain blend of sad and forsaken
I close my eyes and I’m there again
sweat on my lip, stream in my ear

when I blink back to life
I wonder if I should travel back
but surely it is most perfect in my memory

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