In Guide I Trust

Dressed in layers, we climb over dead friends
Un-level ground, but in guide I trust
He gives me his heart
It is made of stone, but is a gift
And valuable as a result
The creek gives birth to two spirits
The larger carrying the smaller
The larger leaves the smaller ashore before being taken back by water
Leaves change colors
The path narrows
Colors fade
Clinging to Mother
In guide I trust
Rounded spears reach out, as if drawn to me
Magnetized by the life we share
Resistance of gravity
Proof this is a steady climb and not a steady fall
On top of the city, the day shuts its eyes
A dragon in the sky whispers “Goodnight”
Back down Mother’s skyscraper
In guide I trust
Darkness slowly moves in
The water is angry
The path looses form and becomes varying shades of grey
Step where he steps
Hurrying now
Clinging to Mother
Will it freeze tonight?
No fear, no pain
Tired elation
In guide I trust
Purple berries, orange leaves, blue and yellow sky, grey trail, the sound of rushing water
Compresses and “Pop”, back in the car
The air feels stale
Behind the wheel
Guide is replaced by friend
All so familiar
Resume life in 3, 2, 1…

Well, we can still role down the windows

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