Mad River Evacuation Plan

wet grass -- deep moss,
water soaking into sneaks--
and pants -- creeping up.

the air is more serious,
getting the attention of your bones--
and lungs open and cool

ascended a rocky bed,
terrain too steep for dog.

on top, mist thick enough
to drip on coloring leaves.
ferns surround the field -- of trail,
neatly rowed by sickle mower

evacuation written in the top shack:
in contrast my plan requires no dismount.
ridges dive in and out of the clouds,
my version of rescue ended,
with slowed breath and burn forgotten.

come on winter --
freeze the ground
    it's time
       
          to
           
             get DOWN.