A recent resort, not so far away from home.
Falling into a lucid picture
at King's Beach, North Lake Tahoe,
where I think we found gold.
Morning view at our door
Synchronized, the oldest two
Dancing in the clouds
a snow-capped view
laughter as my company
The millions who've seen
the wash, undo
Trampoline play in the belly of the blue
Wandering into
the light of morning dew
tracing liquid hue,
a taste of frothy air
inside, an angel's view
inside, an angel's view
