Drift Less

Go a little slower up the bigger hill
and there is more to see
heavier feelings ride lighter

as glaciers are relatives 
of the sun,
third cousin, 
twice removed,

from a family that 
gave up the trees
in exchange for
blue and lucidity 

scratched across the
other side of a not-yet-state
who would mess a con
to commit a sin

where trout and farms
will ever win
a game infinite 

but now it's ending
lost to timing
the world is rending
and yet we hide

between these mounds
earthy bluebird
coffee grounds.

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