The cabin
Set on Rocky Mountainside
Snow-capped peaks across the valley
Green meadow and wildflower below
Wood-burning fireplace
Logs piled high
Bacon sizzling on the skillet
Smoke curling through the pines
The dog barks
An echo rolls along the road
A bird in answer
Wings a song into the sky
L.A. is gone
A stone skipped upon a mountain stream
Washed into the sea
My boots crunch the needles in applause.
(Previously published in Poetfest Anthology, Summer 2000)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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