never a hot day
just the perfect everything:
lake, seltzer, beer, peaks




never a hot day
just the perfect everything:
lake, seltzer, beer, peaks




all arguments end
with a smooth lake and mountains
(just enjoy the view)





a roaring river
inaptly named Stillwater
brightens my morning


a glamping cabin
ends a drive past mountains, lakes
heaven, Montana



drive through Wyoming
until you reach this heaven
that is Montana




love, in Portugal:
these perfect pastries, melted;
now just down the block

scored a miracle:
thirty percent off this tent
the day i gave in

dream tent and dream house:
they go so well together
just like our family

that long Kansas road
alleviated by teens
learning to drive home


tent without a fly
for another river day
flanked by swimming dogs


along a river
this fairy tale ferry stop
has stood a beacon




in muddy waters
kids get to be kids all day
while mamas paddle


nature is our home
found in Kentucky fire
lit by desire



there is no escape here.
only evasion.
it’s up this curvy road packed with hill after horse-country hill,
packed with perfect fences and horses whipping their tails,
with cars zooming past, some honking at my hugging-the-shoulder presence as i pedal
pedal
pedal
past these race-won mansions,
these stacked-limestone walls that can’t trap me in or out,
into the sunny, humid heat of midday Kentucky,
so far from home, so far from home,
so near to everything that is hard and easy, up and down these endless hills
in a circle that isn’t a circle.


