magoski
I hold our secrets
not yours nor mine
our secrets
I hold our secrets
in the way we release our secrets
as messages in a bottle
left on a
cairn of stone
on the Eastern Slope of the Sierra
Nevada
outside the perimeter of the
weather beaten internment camp
end of the dirt road
wasn't the end of of the trail
to Doug Johnson
waiting
to share with us
the secrets of the
Universe