Banjo and acoustic vocal set
Range sends you straight into pine –
Chilly nights met by wood-burning mornings, pancakes cooking on cast iron
Maple thick syrup sizzles from the heat,
and you feel it like Poprocks dancing on your tongue.
Coffee tastes better from the way its scent surrounds the moss
Douglas-fir and Spruce,
from the time it takes to roast
and from the mug it’s held.
Bird song breaks the sky just before the sun,
Walking to the river met with cool air and smooth pebbles under toes
Shaded tree canopy, a distance
Between spaces less important than this.
Water feels too cold for the jump, but you do.
Suddenly more alive than you’ve ever been before,
Although you have been here before.
Catch your breath, midair,
For second fly faster without holding them in-between.