Summer days in January

I remember
we took this path before.
We followed it on a hike
sometime in the first few months
after I moved back.
I remember
it was me, you, and David Gullins.
I don’t remember if I drove.
Maybe you drove.
But I do remember the three
of us
marching along through the woods.
were quiet
and I didn’t know you well then.
I walked in back.
Those were
my pipe-smoking days
and I held the pipe
firmly between my teeth
as we carried ourselves
down the trail which stretches
from the foothills
to the sea.
We looked like a train rolling backwards
down the track
with me puffing on sweet cherry tobacco
at the rear,
and you
delivering stump speeches
from the lead caboose
to every citizen squirrel
and finch
down the line.
I remember we stopped
and had a snack before we turned around,
me pulling a bag of tortillas
from my pack
which I was in the habit of carrying and eating.

I wish you could walk this
trail with me now —
Skyline to The Sea —
but somewhere along the way
you turned back.

About allisunknown

26 year-old student, tutor, and writer. Write for Also nascent pedestrian advocate. Twitter handles:
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