Comfortably lonely, cabin porch hard back book foggy overslept hard back chair backpack hangs on a wooden peg empty but

One way these tracks run directly into the elevator then somehow into Mt. Hood turning east stopped by a wooden

Mtn lake deep and pure devious me and cerulean you

Sky blue trepidation low as bricks soft as flakes My brother called something about quitting jobs remembering jobs remembering summertimes

Sweetzer Rd is admittedly devoid just wandering cows and rattlesnakes when you stop here in roadside shade there’s no chance

Juniper road Umitilla highlands the pass heads straight down to the straight road into Pendleton High as radio waves past

The smallest town possible is a hamlet i guess Sublett, Idaho (or Utah?) no matter i’ve gone twice

One way these track run into the elevator and onto Mt Hood Turning east stopped by wooden fence dam the

Coastal starlight rolling alright through the moonlight Past the cedar trees Puget sound in the distance beaches covered with weathered

Down the by-way Pacific coast highway It’s my driveway Since we left On Boxing day We left on yesterday and