an evening journey

…with friends
 was it wednesday?
i don't recall
 naomi drove marie and me
into the mountains
 where we found a few surprising things
 and more vast
 and looking down,
a few pieces of trash
 including a dirty diaper.
 which made us angry.
 oh, but this place!
 so different than
my old familiar adirondacks
 oh, my

 we all took photos

 and a month or so ago
there were fires here
 but this land knows 
how to deal with it
 trace's xanthorea
 working through.
the burnt bits
wrote mysteries all over
my white twill pants
and then we went to dinner
with trace.
gail stiffe has put up a post
about my class at beautiful silks
and the book she completed.