If you’ve ever

if you’ve ever tucked into an Adirondack
with a coffee thick as treacle
and looked out into the roaming prairie
exclaimed with evergreens, and at the
far shout of the visible world, a
gleeful waterfall tumbling beyond
the raising twist of horns from
a bristling brown buck as
the pale blue sky goes see-saw on the
upturned nose of the smoky mountains.