I once hiked
the perfectly named
Desolation Wilderness
slept
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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