Yellowstone

 The pine

The pine trees are as comforting as grandmas shag carpets in the 80s

Even though the pine pollen is choking me

The sharp slap of mountain air wakes me up with vigor

Lakes and rivers are a glass reflection of a Mountain View that must be an illusion 

This place can’t be real 

Natures carving’s starkly aligned

As the snowy peaks of mountains stretch across the sky

Fingers of needles painting along their base

While water milks along the meadows of bison, elk and moose

I see your cars stretching in a line

Clamoring to remember a nature so sublime 

Millions flock here to remember a time

When we would have died of dysentery had we tried to make it in these snow covered mountains and valleys

Nothing compares to natures mountain home,

Yes, this is Yellowstone.

My affection 

Is your rejection

I’m just floating 

On the clouds of love

And drowning 

In the doubts

Of your treason

I keep asking for 

A reason

You can’t find the words

So my mind fills in the blanks