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After recently watching the leg-shivering documentary, Free Solo, the image of the majestic Yosemite National Park was burned into my head leaving an inspirational scar. Then, while taking a walk and discovering Houndmouth's cool Sedona - especially the guitar intro - an idea was unearthed. Certain songs do that. Like oil drills extract oil from the ground, tunes can pull out ideas you never realized were there. It leaves you no choice but to get it out on paper.
Yosemite
colorless dreams
dripped, f
e
l
l
from my head
with a startling sound,
muffled voice
bled through the pillowcase
seeped through the mattress
into the black
white
dusty fibers - headed for the cracks
hard-bristled brush
attempted to scrub it clean
covering up didn't work the way I thought
every bit of tears
residue from what I knew
welled up, came pouring out
one of the dreams was yours
left on the front porch, light turned on
no foot in the door
where it could hang with the hats
let's go take a hike at Yosemite
face what's between, what's ahead
share what didn't happen
would've happened
or what could happen again
spread a blanket
shout from the summit
sucking in the air
chisel our crisscrossed hurts
into the side of the cliff
only soloist can see but never can tell
fingers and dreams intertwine
scratch the surface
with acrobatic twists and dives
under constellation eyes
let's dream of Yosemite
and go for a hike
r.s. graybill
6/30/20
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