Larry-Phan-Destiel

I liked the way the trails narrowed & slashed into the steep hillsides Walking across them was like touching the inside of your wrist where a hair tie had gently scarred the flesh . I approached the trailmap from one path & someone else came up from another Out of all the trails, hours, & people we arrived at the map at the same time - The law of gravity dictates that where objects can converge they shall So hello there after you . I saved my food for the beach overlook - a tall bench screened by young pines Behind their shade inside their sharp smell I rested & ate The blinding gold sun came off the water & the wind