Pulling off onto Holiday Hill…
Looking for sophistication…still.
What to find without pills for the mind?
Bald mountains with white caps.
Shuttered Mom and Pop motels afraid of winter’s snow.
Deadpan trail cops, uncertain with authority.
Cabins for the fancy people.
Camps for the basics.
Time flies by on the tails of…risk-taking fowl.
Oh, memory be kind.
Now that I give myself away.