Sleeping Lady


Your highness, Sleeping Lady

Calls me to Leavenworth

And Icicle Creek.

I walk cat-like on boulders,

Sketch wildflowers,

And meet a fairy at the Fourth of July trail.

Fairy wants to go home with me,

I discourage her—

My home is in the city,

Not like this wilderness home.

She insists.

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