Good Things

The mountains—specific,

named: Brandywine, Lions,

Garibaldi and Seymour.

Raven’s barrel rolls, leg’s

gentle burn, meandering

conversations and blue

burning glaciers still

hidden on top ice-aged

shoulders. Unspoiled.

Remember the beer,

cheeseburgers after—

keep them for warm days

in January; when hope

recedes and apathy swells:

hold fast to what is good.