Beside a dirt path
over a stream
in the Atlas Mountains
mint is growing wild
pick it up,
take it with you
and even after you've brewed it
adding more sugar that you would have thought could have dissolved
it's not going anywhere
from the hot day
to the heavy backpack
with the muddy shoes
there was a tent in the middle of a valley
and a fire, inside a hut and in the open
at the foot of a dog's open mouth
after a scramble up as far as four feet could go
and when we came back down
crushing the scent for noses and mouths
no thing has one or two names.
Roman Ryan 