The way dust settles
After an acorn falls from above
The way the sweet scent of sugar from the coffee
Lays upon the mind
The bite of acid on the tongue
From the wild grape gardens draping towards the shade
The trickle of the stream
Through the willows
The way river smoothed granite
Grips the fingertips
The wisp and swoosh of silence
Through the grass
The feeling of structure from the scent of cedar
Baking in the heat of summer
The tug of the pack strap against
The shoulder ascending a hillside
The scratch of crumbling granite
Under the boot
The way the brook trout hang in the
Slow roll of the shallow sanded creek
The silence of dragonflys
Hovering over the water
The give and pull of the axe
As it bites into the log laid upon the earth
The sweep of the honed blade
Through layers and fibers
The scent of woodsmoke
From the lakeside campfire
The way these memories blow across
My windswept mind and settle on the surface
The way the dust builds up in
Layers making a soft earthy bed for acorns
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