Cherry Creek

Well past the tall pines
where scenes refuse to be recorded,
high in the leafy trees,
birds are singing so many new songs
from all sides.

Wander there down the dry creek bed
till you find the muddy spring
and a few shy mosquitoes.

Those two campers and their red pickup
are packing up and will soon be gone.

It’s just you and the birdsongs
and the dry creek bed.