Snake Mountain Poem by Lee Rodriguez

We took a walk
the other day
along a stone
wet path
surrounded by
decaying leaves
Misty cold air
touched our faces
Marshes and sage weeds
filled our noses
Foggy waters
gray shrubs
graffiti on rocks
piled high
was the backdrop
the vroom of traffic
on the turnpike
completed the sky
The hum of a small motor
two-man boat coming in
to report an unsuccessful hunt
told the story
Only through your eyes
can I see this
as heaven