i hope

i hope 

i want to climb into your lower gorge
feast on any assumptions made about my
crick rocks glistening cold sun be took for
a ride on a whim rhymes with us

busted slate and lime wall headboard of an

i dont mind a hike hipbones

you hold the while echoes for canyons
a white shirt on the ledge surrenders
the wind backs a steep one
i hope them brown feet sturdy