Jack Scott writes

The Best of No Worlds

I need to get away from indecision. 
I need beach on mountaintop 
with surf and mossy rocks and sand, 
seashells, spruce and clams and deer, 
flounder, trout and salamander.

When we met 
we made the winter go away
and promised kinder seasons 
to each other, 
brighter, warmer  
with beach and mountains 
and time enough for all, 
for each, 
for both. 

It is summer now 
and we are not together; 
we did not last the spring.

You don't know where I am 
or care. I
 don't where you’ve gone 
or why.

I am at a beach upon a mountaintop, 
if only in reflection 
in travel agent's window.



Crater Lake -- Charles Hill


 Poet on a Mountaintop -- Shen Zhou