by: Gary Snyder
Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
Just because I love Gary Snyder's work, and it's a beautiful summer evening, and I'm happy with my place in the world.
Saint Marty's going to have dinner now.