Married Man's Trail
Pines of old touching the sky,
With rocks upon cliff building our path,
A creek of salmon that leaps for its breath,
As we face the same perilous wrath:
That knifes and forks do plague the flesh,
As books of lore be carved
For a road sign to the unknown past.
Married Man's Trail, Ketchikan, Alaska
2006/10/14
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Let not a drop of desire
Disturb the heart in ripples
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