Good Morning AK All The Way
I spoke to Alaska this morning.
We discussed our addictions and fears.
There was promise in our hopeful banter.
I'm fearfull of returning heart ache.
There is clean air and cold mornings.
There is rough stuff and blinding light.
Alaska is like a beautiful woman...
that can kill you.
I want to put the garden in.
I want to climb the mountain.
I want to drive to Point Woronzof and catch the sun setting.
What is the morbid draw?
What fresh hell can entice my senses?
What new part of my heart can be crushed?
I spoke to Alsska this morning.
She said she'd go easy on me.
