Salem (OR)

I fade to the grass

and smoke rings amongst clover 

a lifetime before me

past lives behind me 

I fade out to the grass

and smoke memories 

These trees 

these apple trees 

they keep blossoming

I fade out to the grass

watch fae dance in smoke rings

lighting little fires 

that never scorch earth 

and wind blows it all away

you and me 

apples off trees 

who’s to tell

where we’ll land