brambled grove

it’s been a year
since we drove
across the desert plain
to Pima’s peaks

this is the longest gap
in twenty-odd forevers
since we’ve trekked
to seaside haunts

i miss the mountains
different than our own
i miss the ocean waves
lapping at our toes

we kiss the clouds
before they’ve flown
we memorize the songs
the wind whispers low

slowly as daynight ebbs
and seasons blend
the dayyear flows
without any end

if we could steer
this brambled grove
somehow explain
this year of antipeaks

perhaps we could prune
such a thorny tangle
avoid the further mangle
and tame the growing throng

how do we train a year
not to bite
how can we steer
toward what is right

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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