38 Down from Hawk Ridge, Meeting the Superior Hiking Trail

leaves framed crystal

light

circling

tendrils, emerald

warmth of broken tree

stump

wet warm wood rising

The runners’ ankles

Drenched,

mud splattered

fluorescent sneaker stripes

We stand to the side

They pump through, smile,

wave,

And I imagine them

Settling in for Xbox

Later, and pizza

Be still, my mind