January 10

Leave a comment
poetry

On the other side of the pass
it doesn’t flatten out exactly

but without the trees
the horizon appears everywhere

lines of demarcation
and a sense of expansiveness

doing laps in our skinny skis
we heard coyotes yap in the distance

and the sun it set
just a little bit later

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s